What does alcohol mean for you?

[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.

[Kev]

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.

I think kids are long term thing, a kind of insurance policy. If you grow up to be old an single and alone then you're likely to be found dead only weeks after your death when neighbours complain to the council about a strange smell.

Hopefully any kids you may have will remember the many years of care you devoted to them and will not see you sent off to a concentration camp for elderly where you are left to rot and die.

Of course, it's a risk, if they turn out to abandon you anyway you anyway the bitterness would be great.

[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.

I think kids are long term thing, a kind of insurance policy. If you grow up to be old an single and alone then you're likely to be found dead only weeks after your death when neighbours complain to the council about a strange smell.

Hopefully any kids you may have will remember the many years of care you devoted to them and will not see you sent off to a concentration camp for elderly where you are left to rot and die.

Of course, it's a risk, if they turn out to abandon you anyway you anyway the bitterness would be great.

You know what? That is literally the only reason I ever occasionally think about maybe wanting kids. Then I remember how I've lived my life and I'm reassured by the fact that I will be dead long before I succumb to senility.

On a related note, I got smashed last night. First time in a while and I forgot how much I truly hate hangovers.

[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!

[Kev]

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!

That's your most impassioned almost poetic post you have ever made.

Get drunk for peace! It's an interesting slogan

[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!

That's your most impassioned almost poetic post you have ever made.

Get drunk for peace! It's an interesting slogan

Was 3/4 a bottle of vodka typing the aforementioned dribble

[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.

[Preme]

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.

You're dead to me.

[greynotsoold]

I'd been doing so well. Now, thanks to all of you, I've spent the last three days drinking- not excessively, but drinking nonetheless. Though I'm not sure if it has anything to do with this discussion, as I don't think there's any alcohol in this beer that I just bought on sale.

[Andre]

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.

You're dead to me.

Im dead to you too then,

alcohol gets in the way of what I love to do so its out. I like a red occasionally.

Used to be a proud drinker / gunga smoker mixed, both ways around.

[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.

You're dead to me.

Guess we only have porn in common.