Those of you who NEVER drink alcohol will totally relate to what I am about to write. Those of you who do drink, no matter how little, will likely be annoyed. Just a heads up. A little backstory… I’ve mentioned before I don’t drink–ever. Haven’t touched alcohol since I was in high school; tried it and hated the taste of beer and the way guys started acting differently when they thought girls were under the influence. It helped that, at the time, my best friend and boyfriend were non-drinkers. From that point on, I never drank. And the decision, for me, was not a huge deal. My parents were occasional drinkers growing up, so it wasn’t about breaking a cycle of alcoholism or overcoming some tragedy involving someone under the influence. It was simply the best choice for me at the time and one I easily stuck with for decades. I digress. My point is that, though a non-issue for me, for others it’s kind of a big deal. All you non-drinkers know what I’m talking about. It starts with the first or second time you go out with friends or co-workers and turn down a drink. Oh, come on. Just have one with us. No, not gonna happen. At this point you’re still having fun, but soon you’re a game-changer because you’re the only sober one in the bunch. And that’s annoying for people to be in party-mode when you’re still in the same mental state you’d bring to the conference table Monday morning. I have probably lost friends or not been invited more times than I’ll ever know because I’m the spoiler. The funny thing it does not impact me at all, just those who feel by refusing to ingest I’ve somehow issued a mandate against their choice. It’s weird but that’s our culture. People drink up at the water park, ball park, even some movie theaters during G-rated films. For many of us it crosses into family functions. You’re not the fun cousin or aunt or uncle if you don’t get trashed like everyone else at reunions, weddings, even gatherings before funerals. I’ve been there. All the beverage consumers involved will deny all of this. So don’t ask them about it. The harsh reality is you know people who can’t go out or hang out or whatever they call it without a beer in hand or a bottle on the bar. It’s boring to them. And the rest of us pray they never have to go to rehab.
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 37
This post was written by Tara on July 12, 2011