What does alcohol mean for you?

[VictorCharlie]

I drink socially at friends and family get togethers. I only make it out to the bar a handful of times a year and its usually a short visit and like I said I usually have a glass of wine or beer with dinner. I do really enjoy good booze so if I have a drink alone it is more often my liquor snob coming out rather than a desire to get shitty by myself.

[Gandalf]

I have been imbibing alcohol for for about 14 years. Typically once a week, sometimes more. I started drinking as a social thing with friends and we would get drunk together. Later we found we could get served in pubs and would then drink there. This behaviour continued through university and into my early years in Korea when I was a very social being. Socially I began to calm down as I met my future wife. The transient nature of friendship here and one year contracts mean that whenever you make a friend it is time for them to go home, so in the end you care less about making new friends. My very best friends now live in different countries where they too have developed lives somewhat like my own.

After marriage I would still venture out for a beer every few weeks with other friends like me who had become settled down and were less inclined to the newbie party lifestyle, but more and more I found myself enjoying a beer at home, listening to music and just posting some random stuff on here. Same old habits, but just less physical company. Usually once a week, sometimes I would go mad and do it twice, but that was dangerous as that kind of behaviour was frowned upon.

My relationship with alcohol is a strange one. If I do drink I tend to drink too much and sometimes in the recent past, I have decided to start drinking, ignoring the frowns of the wife and once I have started realise that I have no idea why I am drinking. There is no sense of fun. It is lamost like a ritual that I have forced myself to go through until the bitter end. And then of course you wake up with the hangover and the wasted day where you are hardly able to do anything.

It came to a point last tuesday night where I slipped into the routine. The wife was back in the other city finishing her work and I was alone at home with no class until 1 the next afternoon...what was a man to do? Drive to the supermarket, buy some beer and then drink it! Ah what a splendid idea! And so that is what I did. I didn't drink a tremendous lot at about 7 pints, but I was drinking it and there was no enjoyment, no sense of satisfaction. Just a case of "let's drink this before it gets too late and you wake up too late for some lunch". So, I drank it and then I woke up at around 10 and then went into work and did my classes. Nothing went wrong, but I felt like shit and I knew within myself that my teaching wasn't as good as it usually is. I got home and felt like a wreck. And it was at that point when I decided "I cannot do this anymore".

I have said this to myself many times before, but usually disregard it within a week. I've had my teetotal wife say to me "Why do you drink?" and oftentimes I have been unable to come up with a valid reason. It isn't fun, doesn't taste particularly wonderful. Just maybe I am one of those people with a predisposition for alcohol, my father liked to drink and my grandfather before him did too. My wifes father also died after rotting himself with soju. I have all the danger signs around me and my wife gets it, she doesn't drink and there is me ignoring everything and pretending I am immortal.

Well, no more. I am resolute. Alcohol means dead time and headaches. Alcohol is a waste of life and it really is time to cut it dead. I don't even want one glass of wine with dinner because I will want to polish off the bottle and then open another. It is a pointless habit and the only way to treat alcohol is to avoid it completely. If that means being one of these teetotal types counting the days since his last drink then so be it. I don't want to drink anymore.

[Gandalf]

Actually, sometimes I would drink even more than twice a week and I just didn't care. A person who is strongly inclined to drink heavily is extremely selfish and just doesn't show enough concern for those around him and will certainly disregard the concerns others have for him. He will have his evening of consumption and that is that. And then the hangovers.

To think that we have legalised booze and yet other far less descructive drugs are illegal and not even on the public agenda is astonishing really.

[Kev]

I've never had any desire to get drunk or even drink alone. I have twice got the beers out alone for big fights. Staying up for Oscar Mayweather was one, and I did it for a big Manny fight, can't remember which now.

But weirdly I did it as a social thing as I was in the live chat rooms on here with a bunch of you guys and drinking somehow made it more sociable, like we were all watching it together.

But aside from that I have never drunk alone. Yet I'm still addicted, I mean in your shoes Miles with the wife away and an evening free I would have been a porn animal hunched over pc all night enjoying the unrestricted liberation of having nobody to walk in on me. Like you I'd wake up the next day feeling dirty and feeling I'd wasted the night and not really enjoying it anyway (99% of porn is the futile hunt for the right material) but still doing it again the next moment she went out.

I think every male battles some addiction maybe either alcohol, drugs, smoking, porn, food etc. Probably not many who aren't destructive in some way. AT least most of seem to only suffer one out of the five. All five would be a nightmare

[CFH]

I am a total beer snob too. I LOVE beer and, much like a douchey wine-snob, I've learned the proper way to taste it, the differences in type etc.

[generalbulldog]

I have been imbibing alcohol for for about 14 years. Typically once a week, sometimes more. I started drinking as a social thing with friends and we would get drunk together. Later we found we could get served in pubs and would then drink there. This behaviour continued through university and into my early years in Korea when I was a very social being. Socially I began to calm down as I met my future wife. The transient nature of friendship here and one year contracts mean that whenever you make a friend it is time for them to go home, so in the end you care less about making new friends. My very best friends now live in different countries where they too have developed lives somewhat like my own.

After marriage I would still venture out for a beer every few weeks with other friends like me who had become settled down and were less inclined to the newbie party lifestyle, but more and more I found myself enjoying a beer at home, listening to music and just posting some random stuff on here. Same old habits, but just less physical company. Usually once a week, sometimes I would go mad and do it twice, but that was dangerous as that kind of behaviour was frowned upon.

My relationship with alcohol is a strange one. If I do drink I tend to drink too much and sometimes in the recent past, I have decided to start drinking, ignoring the frowns of the wife and once I have started realise that I have no idea why I am drinking. There is no sense of fun. It is lamost like a ritual that I have forced myself to go through until the bitter end. And then of course you wake up with the hangover and the wasted day where you are hardly able to do anything.

It came to a point last tuesday night where I slipped into the routine. The wife was back in the other city finishing her work and I was alone at home with no class until 1 the next afternoon...what was a man to do? Drive to the supermarket, buy some beer and then drink it! Ah what a splendid idea! And so that is what I did. I didn't drink a tremendous lot at about 7 pints, but I was drinking it and there was no enjoyment, no sense of satisfaction. Just a case of "let's drink this before it gets too late and you wake up too late for some lunch". So, I drank it and then I woke up at around 10 and then went into work and did my classes. Nothing went wrong, but I felt like shit and I knew within myself that my teaching wasn't as good as it usually is. I got home and felt like a wreck. And it was at that point when I decided "I cannot do this anymore".

I have said this to myself many times before, but usually disregard it within a week. I've had my teetotal wife say to me "Why do you drink?" and oftentimes I have been unable to come up with a valid reason. It isn't fun, doesn't taste particularly wonderful. Just maybe I am one of those people with a predisposition for alcohol, my father liked to drink and my grandfather before him did too. My wifes father also died after rotting himself with soju. I have all the danger signs around me and my wife gets it, she doesn't drink and there is me ignoring everything and pretending I am immortal.

Well, no more. I am resolute. Alcohol means dead time and headaches. Alcohol is a waste of life and it really is time to cut it dead. I don't even want one glass of wine with dinner because I will want to polish off the bottle and then open another. It is a pointless habit and the only way to treat alcohol is to avoid it completely. If that means being one of these teetotal types counting the days since his last drink then so be it. I don't want to drink anymore.

And that is the reason why I have never taken an keen interest in beer/alcohol at all. I just never liked the taste and don't find it particularly fun. In the past ten years I've taken maybe 5 or 6 sips of alcohol total and it was usually champagne at weddings. The only time I've actually drank was probably my 1st year in college and drank a few beers for the party and thought, "Is this it?" So from there I just thought drinking was just overrated. I guess it just wasn't my thing. I mean if I want to get a buzz, I'll just smoke some weed.

[CFH]

I have been imbibing alcohol for for about 14 years. Typically once a week, sometimes more. I started drinking as a social thing with friends and we would get drunk together. Later we found we could get served in pubs and would then drink there. This behaviour continued through university and into my early years in Korea when I was a very social being. Socially I began to calm down as I met my future wife. The transient nature of friendship here and one year contracts mean that whenever you make a friend it is time for them to go home, so in the end you care less about making new friends. My very best friends now live in different countries where they too have developed lives somewhat like my own.

After marriage I would still venture out for a beer every few weeks with other friends like me who had become settled down and were less inclined to the newbie party lifestyle, but more and more I found myself enjoying a beer at home, listening to music and just posting some random stuff on here. Same old habits, but just less physical company. Usually once a week, sometimes I would go mad and do it twice, but that was dangerous as that kind of behaviour was frowned upon.

My relationship with alcohol is a strange one. If I do drink I tend to drink too much and sometimes in the recent past, I have decided to start drinking, ignoring the frowns of the wife and once I have started realise that I have no idea why I am drinking. There is no sense of fun. It is lamost like a ritual that I have forced myself to go through until the bitter end. And then of course you wake up with the hangover and the wasted day where you are hardly able to do anything.

It came to a point last tuesday night where I slipped into the routine. The wife was back in the other city finishing her work and I was alone at home with no class until 1 the next afternoon...what was a man to do? Drive to the supermarket, buy some beer and then drink it! Ah what a splendid idea! And so that is what I did. I didn't drink a tremendous lot at about 7 pints, but I was drinking it and there was no enjoyment, no sense of satisfaction. Just a case of "let's drink this before it gets too late and you wake up too late for some lunch". So, I drank it and then I woke up at around 10 and then went into work and did my classes. Nothing went wrong, but I felt like shit and I knew within myself that my teaching wasn't as good as it usually is. I got home and felt like a wreck. And it was at that point when I decided "I cannot do this anymore".

I have said this to myself many times before, but usually disregard it within a week. I've had my teetotal wife say to me "Why do you drink?" and oftentimes I have been unable to come up with a valid reason. It isn't fun, doesn't taste particularly wonderful. Just maybe I am one of those people with a predisposition for alcohol, my father liked to drink and my grandfather before him did too. My wifes father also died after rotting himself with soju. I have all the danger signs around me and my wife gets it, she doesn't drink and there is me ignoring everything and pretending I am immortal.

Well, no more. I am resolute. Alcohol means dead time and headaches. Alcohol is a waste of life and it really is time to cut it dead. I don't even want one glass of wine with dinner because I will want to polish off the bottle and then open another. It is a pointless habit and the only way to treat alcohol is to avoid it completely. If that means being one of these teetotal types counting the days since his last drink then so be it. I don't want to drink anymore.

And that is the reason why I have never taken an keen interest in beer/alcohol at all. I just never liked the taste and don't find it particularly fun. In the past ten years I've taken maybe 5 or 6 sips of alcohol total and it was usually champagne at weddings. The only time I've actually drank was probably my 1st year in college and drank a few beers for the party and thought, "Is this it?" So from there I just thought drinking was just overrated. I guess it just wasn't my thing. I mean if I want to get a buzz, I'll just smoke some weed.

Pussy.

[CFH]

When I could smoke weed, I almost never drank. Pot was more fun, with less consequences and no hangover. Those were the days...

[boozeboxer]

I stop by the bar for a drink (or two at the most) after work 3-4 days a week. More of a social thing.

I would say I drink more days than I do not, but rarely do I get flat out pissed. If it is a nice day I just enjoy being outside.
Usually just build a fire in my yard and have 3 or 4 and think about things and listen to the radio.

I have always drank alone as easily as with other people (although I rarely drink to excess by myself and can easily with the right friends). But I have found I just naturally don't like that many people and avoid big crowds or people having fun raving in clubs:
Men and how they act around women disgusts me often. In fact, I view both genders as exceedingly weak and stupid most of the time (in particular their interactions with each other). Often I will see some complete prick with a girl being moronic and I feel that if I had to act or look like that to have said girl, I would rather do without.

Often I will read into a novel and have a few beers and it is nice.

My friends all drink, in varying degrees of severity. Some people think it is a silly habit, but I think having three screaming fucking kids and going to soccer practice is a silly never-ending crazy ass hobby. So to each their own.

Whenever I think of the stereotypical happy family in the suburbs and those goddamn car seats and french fries and shit everywhere, it truly turns my stomach. I often marvel that my values are so apart from many.

Yesterday my best friend and I went canoeing and we drank many beers and had a good time out on the river. That then evolved to going to another buddy's house and admiring his renovations to his house going late into the night and several beers. But I am a river rat.

[CFH]

I stop by the bar for a drink (or two at the most) after work 3-4 days a week. More of a social thing.

I would say I drink more days than I do not, but rarely do I get flat out pissed. If it is a nice day I just enjoy being outside.
Usually just build a fire in my yard and have 3 or 4 and think about things and listen to the radio.

I have always drank alone as easily as with other people (although I rarely drink to excess by myself and can easily with the right friends). But I have found I just naturally don't like that many people and avoid big crowds or people having fun raving in clubs:
Men and how they act around women disgusts me often. In fact, I view both genders as exceedingly weak and stupid most of the time (in particular their interactions with each other). Often I will see some complete prick with a girl being moronic and I feel that if I had to act or look like that to have said girl, I would rather do without.

Often I will read into a novel and have a few beers and it is nice.

My friends all drink, in varying degrees of severity. Some people think it is a silly habit, but I think having three screaming fucking kids and going to soccer practice is a silly never-ending crazy ass hobby. So to each their own.

Whenever I think of the stereotypical happy family in the suburbs and those goddamn car seats and french fries and shit everywhere, it truly turns my stomach. I often marvel that my values are so apart from many.

Yesterday my best friend and I went canoeing and we drank many beers and had a good time out on the river. That then evolved to going to another buddy's house and admiring his renovations to his house going late into the night and several beers. But I am a river rat.

THat we can agree on. Looks like a fucking never-ending nightmare to me.

[Preme]

It's the reason for living, the answer to every question, the solution to every problem. With it we are something, without it we are nothing. On it we are what we wish we were, off it we are what we wish we weren't.

It makes every enjoyable moment better, every hard decision easier, every ugly fat girl thinner, every ugly girl prettier.

Alcohol makes ever event more eventful, every moment more momentous.

You find a lump on your balls, you hit the sauce.

I honest to god don't think I could go more than two weeks without getting drunk unless I had a reason too (like £1,000 bet) I would just simply miss a night out on the sauce to much.

I have a theory; Muslims are happy to blow them selves up and they DON'T DRINK!

So let's look at this. Someone wants you to go blow your self out next month, What next month? are you a fucking downy? that's the FA cup final mate, we are all off out down down It will be mental! I'll be shit faced!

Now for a Muslim what reason do they have? No drink, no nights out on the sauce, no drunken mistakes, blaming the nectar for the reason why you nailed the porker at the party! Nop, if they tap a fat chick there are no excuses for that! 13 Virgins? we all love the notch on the belt saying we popped that cherry; but everyone knows an experienced girl is way better!

So in conclusion, get the muzzas drunk and no more suicide bombings!

[Master]

I do not drink at all was put off it when I was drinking it at 5 years of age. Guess my dads strategy worked.

[BIG H]

I used to get absolutely hammered 4 days a week, but now I only drink every 12 weeks when me and may mates go out for a Leo Sayer in London.

[Gandalf]

I don't like the smell of weed, but I have softened my stance on that drug in recent times. It is clearly far less destructive than alcohol. Not my kind of thing though and will likely put you in prison for half a decade out here, but of course a bottle of soju is quite fine.

[No Contest]

I would smoke pot if it were legal rather than drink. I drink about once a week, usually fridays or saturdays. It's kind of an unwinding ritual for me, I tend to relax more and I dont get drunk to the point where it will affect me when I wake up. 4 beers can give me a lil buzz and thats all I try to get. I also am usually more jovial when I'm buzzed I think of it as a de-stressing ritual. Maybe I'm just in stage 2: denial. Maybe I should pick up yoga or meditation...ehh this works for me at the moment, and those damn bastard doctors say it's healthy in moderation. They are probably paid off by the damn liquor companies.