I see you don’t drink coffee, but how about tea? Or do you eat olives? I’m sure someone already has mentioned this, but it’s a developed taste. And FTR, I’m with you, I feel the same about beer and wine…But I do occasionally like a margarita, so I can get what your friends are trying to say.
I agree with your second part of the equation here. It sure seems as if people who like to drink, and for some reason (see below) those who like to drink a LOT, get really obnoxious about trying to make sure EVERYONE is drinking.
IMHO? I think they know they’re obnoxious drunks and deep down they must know it’s kind of sad, so they want everyone to share in their misery.
I think it would be an interesting discussion regarding people who don’t like the taste of alcohol.
I don’t like the taste or the smell of alcohol.
I don’t like the taste or smell of coffee.
I dislike olives; although, I use olive oil for cooking.
For the most part tea tastes like grassy hot water to me. I don’t see the point of it.
No, it’s not that drunks want to share their misery.
Why do you think there’s that movie “The Hangover” as opposed to the movie “The Normal Awakening”?
The answer is simple:
Because people who live some squeaky clean life are boring. Shows about people who abstain from any sexual contact until marriage are really only for people who want some RO or those who want validation of their life choices. No one gets engaged with characters avoiding bad situations which really aren’t even that bad, because those people are boring. No one would watch Mad Men if Draper just felt guilty about being attracted to other women. No one would watch The Shield just to see a cop be slightly tempted by a bribe and then turn it down. Society doesn’t find your type of supercilious puritanism entertaining or relevant.
It’s just boring. People who act like that are boring. We don’t care about some Ghandi-like wanker who avoids all temptation. We want to see you go out, fuck some hookers, catch the clap, and get a shot for it, having learned to put a raincoat on Mr. Willie Frankenfurter next time you visit the brothel.
So, to relate this back to your post, it’s not that us “Drunks” want to share our misery. We really want you to shut the fuck up and quit being such an uptight prude and quit pretending you’re so much better than the rest of us, because you’re really just being a stick-in-the-mud who needs to experience life instead of taking refuge behind some sort of Victorian-era/S&M control fetish. It’s mostly fine if you just shut up about it, but the combination of being a giant pussy and being proud of it is the same sort of annoying as the redneck tard who is celebrating the fact that he dropped out of 8th grade. It’s nothing more than fear and low self-esteem masquerading as pride, and it bugs the shit out of those of us who aren’t avoiding life experiences because we got made fun of in high school by the cool kids.
Yog’s story about the tits is rather revealing. She offered to let him feel her up if he drank. I am quite sure he would have taken her up on her offer without the drinking. I remember some lyrics of a song by Adam and the Ants, “Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do?”.
I wonder if that isn’t what drives some drinkers to question why a person doesn’t drink. You stand on the outside looking in and they wonder what you are seeing when you look at them. It makes them uncomfortable.
Then, like you, you question what other things they don’t do. It doesn’t take alcohol to fuck some hookers. It does take alcohol to fuck the ugly ones, though!
That’s the sound of a point whizzing by your head at nearly supersonic speed. I don’t wonder what non-drinkers are seeing. I wonder what kind of mental handicap they have that makes them so god. damn. dull.
I understood your point. Did you understand mine?
The actions that you listed can be done with or without alcohol. The girl offered Yog her breasts if he drank. He was a willing participant. He’d be willing even if she didn’t make him drink first. So, is the action the fun part, or is the action plus alcohol what makes it fun? Can you have the fun and not be boring if you don’t have the alcohol?
Gah. The guy didn’t reveal why he didn’t like drinking because he knew he knew that certain people would jump on him. You guys kept hounding him about why he doesn’t like alcohol, so you get what ya get.
I don’t drink, either. I don’t know if I like the taste, because I am not going to taste it. I have an addictive personality. My family has a history of becoming drunks and dying from it. It just isn’t something I’m gonna partake in.
I don’t mind people who have a beer or two to relax every once in a while. But I have absolutely no sympathy for people who get really drunk, and then do something they regret. It happens way too often in my small Podunk town.
I don’t understand this idea that people who don’t drink are boring. The people I know who do drink (more than a couple every once in while) are far more boring, as that seems to be the only thing they like to do for fun. Sure, they’re having fun, but that doesn’t make them exciting.
To quote Lora Brody: For any number of reasons, a guest may refuse your offer of an alcoholic drink. The reasons don’t have to be explained to anyone, including you."
You can’t stop people from pushing. But if you keep saying “no” eventually they will stop.
Personally I get these kinds of harangues from coffee drinkers more than anyone else.
Bosstone: I find if I have more than 1-2 and fewer than 7-8 drinks, I get that kinda fuzzy-headed-sweaty-can’t-sleep thing too, and I’m admittedly the kind of guy who can pack beers away all day (being big and with slavic genes will do that to you). Something about being in the “tipsy” but not “buzzed” or “drunk” range just doesn’t seem to be all that much fun.
Could just be your tolerance, too. Everyone reacts differently. There’s a guy I know, he’s 275lbs and of German heritage, and he gets silly-buzzed on three beers. We bought a breathalyzer for scientific purposes, and it turns out he blows a .15ish after three beers–for comparison, my 240lb self barely cracks .04 after three.
I’m trying to figure out why I’d be friends with anyone who “shot a little heroin.” Frankly, at the point I knew someone was doing serious drugs - even someone who was “managing” serious drugs - but drugs that don’t stay manageable like heroin or meth - they’d be out of my life until they were clean - or at least at the self realization point of wanting to get clean… Yeah, I’m a judgmental bitch, but I don’t need that level of “other people’s self inflicted issues” in my life.
Your friends don’t have drinking problems, but you’ve made it quite obvious that you believe they WILL have drinking problems if they don’t stop. If you really believe that, do yourself a favor and get them out of your life now if you can. I’ve ridden the Al-Anon rollercoaster for my sister - which is why I’d be so quick to dump a mere “friend” going down the addiction path.
If you don’t really believe that, if you think that your friends will be able to handle their alcohol for the rest of your life, do the rest of us the favor of extending that belief to us.
And at that point, you’ll come off as less of a judgmental prick - and I suspect when you internalize “some people drink and enjoy it without problems” the “pushing” will stop.
The only thing vanishing was the Glenmorangie in the cupboard over the washing machine.
You know, this thread reminds me of an atheism rant. “Why is everyone trying to convert me? It kills people and makes the rest stupid!”
Don’t go dissin’ Sombreros! Justin the Warrior Kittty liked Sombreros*, and not only did he make a roomful of vets and their techs cower like little girls, but his death caused erratic weather and a week-long power failure.**
*At least he liked to lick the glass.
**Where’s my “meow” smiley?