Already am in that position: drinking could really, really hurt me. Kinda bums me out that I can’t even try it. Used to, I didn’t want to put anything in my body that would mess with my control over it, but, with doc prescribed benzos, that ship has sailed.
Plus, it makes me too afraid to go to parties that have alcohol, as I’m afraid I’d be tempted. I’m really bad at bowing to peer pressure.
I love me some alcohol, so I’d be pretty pissed. I drink on the weekends, usually just one night (usually saturday night cause my girlfriend and I both have it off) and maybe once a week I’ll have a beer with dinner, so it’s not a huge habit that I’d have to break but it is something I do enjoy a lot.
I have fewer drinks a year than there are months, so truly I couldn’t care less.
I drink a glass of wine once every two or three months on average. So it wouldn’t concern me.
I do enjoy a drink or two, but I’d be fine with never ever drinking booze again if there was a good reason for it. If it was just an arbitrary thing, or something stupid like prohibition, then I’d be unhappy about it.
As someone else said above, I’m unhappy about the fact that some drugs are illegal, and I have zero personal interest in taking any of those drugs.
Some months I would gaze fondly at my bottle of Single Malt Irish Whiskey, and sigh. Other months, not so much. About twice a year, in the summer, I would gaze similarly at the beer cooler in the 7-11. Two or three times a year I would be somewhat disappointed serving tea with my favorite pasta dish, or roasted beast.
This is one of the reasons that the zero tolerance for any use of alcohol folks are pretty annoying. I might drink a dozen drinks a year. I don’t do it because I have an addiction to alcohol, I do it exactly for the same reason I eat avocados, or baked potatoes. I like it.
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I’ve never been even a social drinker, really. I can probably count the number of alcoholic beverages I’ve had in my life, it’s been that few. At the moment, I’m working toward being as kind as I can to my liver, so I don’t foresee having any alcohol any time in the near future. It’s not something I’m worried about.
I’d be very upset. Drinking one or two glasses of wine at lunch and dinner is a deeply-rooted cultural staple for me.
I’m not drinking at the moment to lose weight, but if I couldn’t ever drink again, I’d be extremely pissed off. The social life of the vast majority of my country and culture is built around pubs. A pub full of sober people just doesn’t cut it. Plus, I love beer.
I’d be fairly annoyed if it was a just-me kind of a thing. Many of my friends drink, and it’d be a hassle to not be able to drink around them. If it was a society-wide thing, I wouldn’t miss it so much.
Except that there’s nothing quite like those hot days when you come in all sweaty and think “Beer, or shower? Beer, or shower? Oh… Beer in the shower!”
I drink maybe once a week, twice at most, but I would rather annoyed if I couldn’t. Having a drink with friends is the best way to unwind after a stressful day at work.
I don’t drink very much, or very often, but I would be quite sad not to be able to do it ever again. The alcohol isn’t a big deal, except that non-alcoholic drinks are often not quite so interesting and pleasant.
I would be super pissed. I’m a huge beer snob and love a variety. I make a lot of my own fermented beverages as a hobby, so that part of my life would essentially be gone. I’ve heard of avid homebrewers becoming allergic to gluten, which is in barley (not because of the homebrewing, just bad luck). That’s a personal hell I wouldn’t wish on anyone. The rub of it is, I wouldn’t be able to drink my woes away.
I’d be pissed. I like wine and beer, and the way they can complement food. I like being able to share a bottle of wine/jug of sake/cocktail pitcher with my friends. Plus, there’s few things more annoying than being sober among the tipsy.
(However, it’d be nothing to being told I would not be able to eat dairy again. That would bring on a dramatic fall to my knees and big “NOOOO!!!”)
… I’m not an alcoholic, but I do have a problem drinking: I get dizzy a lot faster than most people and I do not find it pleasant at all (my mother considers the same sensations that make me freak out as “a pleasant buzz”). I can choose an appropriate wine for a given meal, I like white wine, beer and cider, and I can tell whether a wine is good or not, but please don’t expect me to drink more than half a glass of anything alcoholic. I have friends who can’t drink except very, very moderate amounts or not at all due to liver damage from other sources.
Being an alcoholic isn’t the only possible “problem with drinking”.
My reaction to discovering alcohol and me didn’t mix was to learn my limits and accept that they are very, very low, and to learn to avoid the people who think you can’t be having fun unless you’re slurring your words.
This was me. I take Prozac for depression and the leaflet said to be “careful with alcohol”. No-one could tell me what that meant, so to be on the safe side I quit drinking the about one/two glasses of wine I drank a week.
At first, it didn’t bother me much. But after a couple months, I felt that some meals just weren’t the same without a glass of wine to accompany them. Too bare or something. So I slowly reintroduced it, a few sips at the time, and now I’m back at my old level. Apparently for me that doesn’t interfere with my meds.
What alcohol greatly interferes with is tranquilizers, especially benzodiazepines.
Since I don’t drink, no worries. Alcohol is a contributing factor in many of our social problems. Both my father and father in law were/are alcoholics and at least in my dad’s case, it wrecked the last decade of his life. I’d welcome prohibition again… but seeing as that won’t happen, I think living in the Middle East is good enough for me.
Yeah, I’m a happy homebrewer and beer aficionado too. My husband and I planned a stop on an upcoming vacation to visit a brewery, as we do on most of our trips.
No alcohol? Unmitigated disaster.