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Everyone’s an Alcoholic and Nobody Cares
Casual addiction is more insidious than it looks.
I do not enjoy being drunk.
Don’t get me wrong: I have enjoyed being drunk before. But for the most part, drinking too much just makes my stomach hurt. I don’t seem to gain any euphoria from it — instead, I’m the person breaking down into drunken tears and calling my ex. I have very little control over my emotions and inhibitions when I’m sober, let alone drunk off my ass.
But I get it. I went to college too, a university known as one of the top “party schools” in the country during my time there. I understand that alcohol can dissolve social boundaries and make being around others more enjoyable — I’ve experienced it for myself. The allure of being able to socialize without fear of saying something stupid can be difficult to fight, and alcohol is a part of everyday life as a citizen of most countries in the world. Drinking and being drunk isn’t all bad, even if it might lead to stupid decisions in the long run.
But when does it become a problem?
As I grow older and begin to leave my young adult days behind me, I can see a bit more clearly. And one thing that no one talks about as an adult is the rampant minor addictions that seem to stack up as the years roll by.
