I knew a lady that considered her boyfriend an alchoholic because on occasion he would have a SECOND beer.
I always wanted to give her hell for having a second potato chip or pistascio.
Geez lady.
I wish I knew someone with a baby right now, so I could buy one of these and take pictures of her holding it.
Give him a drink and see if it calms him down. If that doesn’t work, give him a lot of drinks and see if he passes out.
Man, this is probably the only thing I miss about the midwest… a couple drinks a day there is perfectly fine.
I’m originally from Scotland, where alcohol is considered a food group.
Well sure, in Wisconsin you’d be considered a tea-totaler if you didn’t drink a six pack every day.
So where the heck do you live now where it isn’t?
The amount you drink is not what makes you an alcoholic. It’s the addiction to any amount. If you just can’t make it several nights without having a beer, you’re an alcoholic, because you have an addiction. You may not be a drunk or be ruining your life, but it’s not a good place to be. If you drink on occasion but have no compulsive desire to drink then you’re not an alcoholic. If you enjoy having a beer every night but it doesn’t bother you if you run out for a few days, you’re not an alcoholic. It’s all about the addiction. There are probably a lot of alcoholics who never destroy their lives, or livers, or their family’s lives, because they are addicted to just having a few beers every night or every weekend and that’s as far as it goes. There’s nothing inherently wrong with being an alcoholic, it’s just an addiction that needs to be managed like any other. For some people, the only way to manage it is to never allow themselves to drink ANY amount, because one drink leads to another and too many. But that’s not the solution for everyone, nor should it be.
Hear, hear! I know someone in Al Anon because her dad has a problem, and every single time I order a drink, she has to make a fucking comment about it. SHUT THE FUCK UP already. I’m sorry that your dad has a problem, but the rest of us want to have a fucking drink without hearing any of your lip. I do not consume what other people are consuming ever unless I want some of it.
It needs unstuffing.
Continuing with a habit despite suffering negative personal, social, health and/or interpersonal consequences as a result of that habit; that is how I would define “addiction”.
Diabetics can eat desserts, same as anyone else. A “diabetic diet” nowadays is the same as a healthy diet for anyone - you can have a dessert just fine, just don’t have a dessert at the end of every meal. Eat your vegetables, have small portions, include lean proteins. The focus is on overall health, not just avoiding sugar.
And let’s cover the opposite side of the coin while we are at it.
Just because I don’t drink does not mean that I am in AA. Nor does it mean that I am an anti-social jerk. It means, purely and simply, that I don’t want to drink. Period. And because I don’t drink, I am always the designated driver, which I am happy to be. That way, nobody gets killed or goes to jail.
My dear spouse and I ran a transitional home for homeless men, women and children. During that time, I was exposed to AA. While I am certain that the camaraderie instilled by having a common goal has allowed many folks to return to a modicum of normality in their lives, AA is by no means a panacea.
One of the problems I have always had with the program is that it is based upon helplessness. This is antithetical to the message we tried to convey to our program’s participants. Being personally responsible for your actions is hard to teach when the concept that ‘you are powerless’ against the evils of demon rum is being promoted as the ONLY method of recovery.
And, recovering addicts of all flavors are quite sanctimonious in general.
It goes with the territory.
For the schnitzengruben.
You come to any party of mine, and your food and soft drink tab is paid.
You are completely unfamiliar with Central European cuisine, aren’t you? 
Amen to that. I can get past most of the God shit, but the “boo hoo, I’m helpless and can only stay sober because God’s carrying me” shit really pisses me off.
I wholeheartedly agree.
An excellent policy.
And I suppose I have to pay for the hookers and blow myself?
Good day sir. I SAID GOOD DAY!!!