Chapter 17 Chapter 16 Alcohol and sex are inseparable old friends

Alcohol and sex are old friends who are inseparable. Alcohol can make people confused, and sex can also make people drunk.Guo Moruo wrote a love poem: "A lover's breasts are a pair of wine glasses. The inexhaustible grape wine always makes me intoxicated. The lover's breasts are a pair of tombs. After we both die, the blood will turn into nectar." In Alcoholics Anonymous America (AA) group therapy, one of my patients, Joey, told me that he went to AA because he could find beautiful women there. "You know what? AA is such a fucking place. Women, absolutely beautiful women, women who are sick and need to be comforted, are everywhere." Joey continued, licking his lips.

"Xue Ruo is that kind of woman, beautiful, sick, and everyone loves her. After the AA party, I winked at Xue Ruo, and then????" Joey smiled mysteriously, as if trying to tease my reverie. "She's your current girlfriend, isn't she?" I like to be straightforward: "How is your current relationship?" Joey sighed: "This woman is sick. I am now her toilet. The toilet, do you understand? It is the toilet that stores the excrement. She now pours her excrement into my toilet every day." "Toilet!" I couldn't help laughing out loud, "It doesn't feel good to store shit every day."

"Yeah, if I can't stand the feeling, I'll go back to drinking until I'm dead drunk." Psychopathy is such a strange circle. The AA group therapy set up for the treatment of alcoholism, in the eyes of the alcoholic, has become the cause of the alcoholic's sinking again.The magic power of wine makes people fall into the maze of ghosts hitting the wall and cannot extricate themselves. Such a vicious circle is a vicious circle in which the drinker gradually sinks into the state of an alcoholic. Wine is actually the milk of the souls of alcoholics.After a child is weaned, if he or she does not receive the love that the mother deserves, he or she will continue to seek the spiritual milk that is equivalent to the baby.Mother's milk intoxicates, satisfies, and calms hungry babies, and alcoholics can easily find this long-lost baby memory in wine.

When an alcoholic grabs the bottle and drinks wildly, the feeling of the mouth of the bottle is exactly the feeling of the mother's nipple. Doesn't the smooth, thin and large bottle body symbolize the mother's breast?Alcoholics are mostly love-hungry, they are like a group of big kids in soul slit pants, screaming and looking for their mother's breasts, they get the same pleasure and power after drinking as a baby after breastfeeding.Sobriety can be returned if drinking is stopped, but such sobriety is almost tantamount to death for the alcoholic who has not found his mother's breast.

“When I was drinking in the past, I had many friends and I didn’t feel bad about myself. But after I quit drinking, I became lonely, inferior, and had nothing to rely on. Naturally, I miss the drinking years.” My alcoholic patient said I say. "Have you seen other ways to restore self-confidence besides alcoholism?" "No other way is as simple and powerful as wine." "Alcohol is simple, but it's not really powerful in restoring self-confidence, it just creates an illusion of power for you." I always have to clarify on this key point. The alcoholic is really like a big child who needs the milk of the soul to help the hungry soul grow.

According to Freud's three-stage theory of child sexual desire development, children's sexual desire goes through the oral stage, anal stage and genital stage.I have analyzed earlier that the alcoholic's obsession with the wine bottle shows that the alcoholic needs a breast (round wine bottle mouth and bottle body) that can be freely controlled to satisfy the fixed lip desire.Looking at the wine bottle upside down, the mouth of the wine bottle does not look like an anus, and the arc shape of the bottle body naturally implies the temptation of the arc-shaped buttocks.Joey's love in wine eventually mutated into a "shit toilet", which just proved the connection between wine and anal desire.

Naturally, the relationship between alcohol and genitals is beyond doubt.Here, the mouth of the wine bottle is symbolized as a penis, but it can also be symbolized as a vagina.Can love and wine be separated?The ancient Chinese used the phrase "alcohol can mess with sex" to express the relationship between the two. Between booze and sex, I have a secret story.I just wanted to bury it in my memory as an interesting experience in my career.However, not writing such a meaningful story seems to show that I still have ghosts in my heart. In order to show that my heart is open and upright, I decided to write it.

A few years ago, when I was in China, my main subjects of psychotherapy were college students.At that time, the school’s housing was very tight, and even doctors were only eligible to live in half a room.Therefore, I rented a two-bedroom suite not far from the back door of the school. Many of my students often visited my humble room and asked me for advice on psychological problems.My counseling to students is always free, even without time limit.Thus, the secret story I mentioned above took place in that specific context. In the drunken midnight there is a knock on the door On a certain midnight with a bright moon and few stars, when I, a night traveler, was immersed in a classic work on psychoanalysis, I heard a knock on the door.In my place, it is not uncommon to hear a knock on the door in the middle of the night. I have at least a basket of strange friends.But when I opened the door, I didn't see anyone, that was a strange thing, and that strange thing happened that night.

I was humming a little tune, and I was still muttering in my heart that it was another ghost who had insomnia and visited me in the middle of the night.When I opened the door, there was no one there.At that time, I just felt a little strange. Could it be my hallucination?So I went back and sat down, but my heart was a little murmured.After half a minute, the ghostly knock on the door rang again. This time, I ran away immediately, trying to meet the ghost, but after I opened the door, there was still no one.The strange thing is that if someone was joking with me, I must have heard the fleeing footsteps, but I didn't hear them.

Although I don't believe in ghosts, I also feel a trace of ghosts rising from my back.After thinking about it, I decided that it was not an illusion.So, quietly approached the door, waiting for the continuation of the ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night.Half a minute later, when the mysterious voice had just reached my eardrums, I had already opened the door.