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Oh, no, not another post about how alcohol is bad or good, or causes accidents or any other stuff like that. I'll try not to do that. You can make your own opinion about that through what I'm going to say. Remember, somebody's solace is somebody else's burden. Now, obviously alcohol is bad if you drink a lot of it every day, but then again, Michael Caine used to drink a bottle of vodka for a year and had some blackouts that got him banned from pubs, Lemmy from Motorhead drank a bottle of Jack Daniels a day for over 40 years, man, and Andre the Giant drank 30-some pints of beer when he went out, and that was probably 5 nights a week. Point is, you're dying anyway, might as well enjoy it, like these geezers did. For instance, in Japan and South Korea, more so than in the UK, whenever office people go out for a drink, they turn so messy you start to pity the people getting drunk because they sleep on the ground, park, train stop, looking like someone stole their briefcase but forgot the wallet. One of those sad, yet content with where they landed faces. Alcohol is quite big in Romania, too. We drink a lot whenever we feel like it, and while we got wasted and smashed like the Brits do, we actually eat some snacks in-between downing shots and sniffing whisky flavours, which makes us go for longer. (you can also take it as an euphemism). Personally, alcohol has never done it for me. I drank when I was a kid, going to hip-hop concert, trying to blend in and do what others were doing, interacting with various people, working on knowing faces and names, yet after it was all said and done, on my way home, I was depleted, sad, lonely, and lacked energy. I still kinda feel like that nowadays, depending on where I'm leaving from, with the exception that I don't drink anymore. I tried to document myself in regards to this type of thing, and read that it's an introversion type of activity where you've had enough, with the fact that I've not had enough. I wanted more, just didn't know able-bodies with whom to share it with. So, I quit alcohol at 19, the same year I quit hip-hop (don't worry, I came back this year), and hadn't had alcohol until I moved to London, and shortly after I turned 25, I had it again. It was supposed to be a one-off, however, I kinda carried on seeing as how that was the way things worked here, where you had to drink to mingle with the co-workers, otherwise you weren't invited to hang out anymore. So I did that for a year and a half, to the detriment of my mental and corporal health, and guess what, not many positives. Strange, innit? Trying to join the herd in their doings, and realize that not only it's not for you, but you can't even join them, either, hahaha. Sad... The most common way where alcohol is used is in meeting/parties/get-togethers, and when I was sipping on my brewskies, I was invited. When I stopped, they stopped. Adrian can not be handled when sober, not even in increments. Such is life. I'm in opposite feng-shuy with things that I want, and the main way to get them is by getting drunk. I probably should start pretending and see those invites coming back. Or find other people, who stay hidden, like me. Blimey.
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