It’s one of the strangest substances. It is wildly popular amongst those who are not legally allowed to take it yet, and yet it’s a cause of very many unpleasant accidents globally.
I don’t drink alcohol. I have no idea what the fuzz is all about. I am of an age that I’m allowed to drink it, but I just never saw the fun in it, I suppose.
It started as a commitment with my parents, who stated that whomever could hold their drinking (I have some siblings) until the age of 18, could have their driver’s license, and our parents would pay for it. That was enough for me to not even try. Though funnily, I actually hate driving, I somehow noticed that drinking was ‘wrong’, so I didn’t feel like trying.
Don’t I EVER drink then? Yes, of course. I will take a sip of something my father swears ‘you will like it, I promise’. He knows my taste really well. He will also make jokes about it though:
“Here, you want to sniff it? Dangle your tongue in it?” and I’ll go:
‘Oh, ALRIGHT then?!’ and indeed, I will like it. Usually this is some heavy booze, and after that one drop, I start giggling, he pushes me away saying ‘OK, you’re drunk, now get out!’ and that’s it.
In honesty, I have tried to become truly drunk once. I had mixed (in a small glass) 1/3 of red wine (I have no idea which kind, but it must have been a good type, it was that sort of party) with 2/3 of peach ice tea (yes, really). I did quite like that combo. I drank about 3 of those glasses, after which I could no longer stand on my legs. Which someone at that party (who I liked) quite liked and so I was dangling in their arms for the rest of the night. To both our very confused minds the next morning.
Because yes, that was the side effect: waking up the next morning and thinking: ‘oh FECK what happened?!’
Except for New Year’s Eve, I just don’t drink. I don’t have any real reasons for it, except I don’t like it. A sip every now and then maybe, but that’s about it. Which means I can go ages with having only a sip or 2 on an annual base, to be fair. And I’m quite alright with that. The funny thing is: usually people don’t even notice I don’t drink. Due to my incredibly bad social skills, I’ll state the kind of things that makes even friends go:
“Whoa, I’d need to have drunk at least an entire bottle of wine to say such a thing?!” and no, I’m not necessarily rude, I just weird things, is all.
Then again, I do usually like places where people drink. The mood it brings them in, the coziness, the jokes, the ‘easier-to-cuddle-without-necessary-explanation’ I like that.
So no, I don’t drink it, but I don’t mind others using it at all. Alcohol can be good, as long as you know your limits. One should NEVER drink and think: ‘I can still drive’. It’s never true. Never.