resentment

I'm starting to resent the fact that I cannot drink. Sometimes shit happens and one drink just doesn't cut it.

When my plane is canceled, I want the option to sit down at the trashy airport bar and get drunk.

When I'm irrationally afraid of getting fired, and ending up on Welfare for Women With Dependent Children, probably with a bum hip and a limp, I want three dirty martinis, extra olives please.

When I look in the mirror and see that a large woman has overtaken my svelte athletic body, maybe, just maybe, I want to get drunk. Maybe I want to fill my coffers with liquor instead of resentment. It seems like a much healthier option.