When I was on my way home the other day, I saw 2 men trying to cross the street while the lights are still green. A car slowed down and the driver shouted vindictive to the two daredevils but both just continued to walk painfully slow while holding onto each other's shoulder for support. Ah! These men were too drunk to even think of their dear life.
I hate that. Particularly, I hate seeing men who are too intoxicated to fend for themselves (although I do know a lot of men who cant fend for themselves even if they are perfectly normal, but let's save that for another blog). I cringe at the sight of men and most especially women who create a scene by being too happy, too dramatic or too violent when under the influence of alcohol. Throwing up in public or being dragged home by your hair aren't very appealing too, right?
I am not a drinker. The last time I drank beer was maybe two years ago and I am certain I didn't even finish half the bottle. Aside from the fact that I despise the taste of beer, it is the smell (of both the beverage and the drinker) that repulses me to my stomach.
Maybe it has something to do with my grandfather who was a certified alcohol dependent. There was not a day when he didn't drink except when he was already sick or almost at the brink of death. I recall when I was still small, my granny sometimes become too drunk to even make it to the urinal. Such a disgusting sight! But in my opinion that is not the worst part. Nothing could ever be more annoying than NOT remember what happened during your moment of weakness and stupidity to drink beyond your alcohol capacity. For me that is the part when tips at TheSobrietySolution becomes handy or better yet, seek professional help.
I am very lucky to have found a husband who doesn't fancy alcohol too. He'd rather eat than indulge in cocktails, beer or any other alcoholic beverage. He does drink when there are social gatherings, but even during those times, he regulates his intake. Thank God, thank God! I don't have to worry about his liver health, and the smell of a drunk man sharing my bed.