Quote Originally Posted by CFH View Post
Quote Originally Posted by boozeboxer View Post
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.