Because let's be honest, here. If wine or scotch or beer didn't have any alcohol in it, would you still reach for it at the end of a stressful or tiring day? Just for the great taste? I wonder. The other day I was watching a PBS show and they did a piece about oenophiles (def: lovers of wine, ones who study the many aspects of wine) and this man was going on and on about the legs (whatever that means), the color, the clarity, the 'nose' of the wine. As he was talking he was swirling and swirling this bit of wine in his glass and I'm thinking just drink it already, you know you want to. Who do you think you're fooling?
Maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part - maybe I just don't want to believe that such a creature exists on the planet: someone who literally just studies wine - blabbers on about it, swishes it around in his mouth, and then - get this - spits it out. AS IF.
Because I believe that vast majority of people who drink do so to change how they feel at any given moment. At a party and want to loosen up a bit? Have a drink. Tired after a long day? Have a drink, relax those muscles. Have an argument with someone or an unusually tough day? Have a drink - soften the edges a little, turn the volume down for a bit.
I'm talking about Normal Ordinary Regular People here - NORPS, if you will. Not problem drinkers or alcoholics. I'm all for drinking to make a good time better, improve a shitty day, unwind a bit. If you're a NORP, I say Go For It. Have one on me. Just don't try to sell me that you just really enjoy the taste. I don't think you'd drink it if it didn't transport you away from yourself a little, just for a while. If you don't believe me, have yourself a non-alcoholic beer at the end of a long hard day. You know, just for the taste.
If I sound defensive, it's probably because I'm jealous. I like to get defensive when I'm jealous because it's much more fun to be a little angry than it is to feel inferior in some way.
All this rambling brings me to my belated point: the hardest thing to get used to in sobriety, for me, is all this being-present-all-the-time-no-matter-what business. I don't get to manufacture emotions anymore. Life on life's terms. And life, it turns out, isn't all peaks and valleys.
See, I like extremes. Give me ten or give me zero, but please don't give me five. Five is so, I don't know, boring.
When I'm at ten the world is my oyster, I can conquer anything, I'm fearless - nothing could ever possibly go wrong now. When I'm at zero I'm not good enough for the world, nothing matters anyway, so why not just wallow in a good old fashioned pity-party? The infuriating truth is that real life is mostly five - with the occasional spike to seven, or drop to three. Very, very rarely do any of us really go to ten, or zero. I drank to manufacture a few tens. To wallow in a few zeros. In my sick thinking, at ten and zero at least something was happening. None of this shuffling around between three and seven business for me.
The difference between me and a NORP is that I didn't drink to change my four to a five. Or to make my five a six. I drank to zoom in my rocket to ten, or cliff dive right down to zero.
All rambling aside, though, I'm pleased to report that there is a moral to the story.
I should never, ever watch television shows about wine connoisseurs.


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