Why we drink?

Everybody who drinks alcohol have a reason to drink. They drink to relax, to have fun, to have a blast. They drink because they’re nervous, because they need to let their shoulders down, because they’re stressed out. They drink because they’re lonely, or to enjoy their own company. They drink to socialize, or to be able to enjoy someone elses company. They drink out of sadness, sorrow and heartbreak. They drink to dare to have sex with a stranger. They drink to dare to have sex with someone they love. They drink to dare to take “that” talk. They drink to dare to go out to drink. They drink because it’s weekend. They drink because it’s a holiday. They drink because it’s their day off. They drink because it’s wednesday evening. They drink because it’s a rainy day. They drink because the sun is out. They drink because it’s there.

There are as many reasons to drink as there are drinks to be drank. But the only real reason why anybody drinks at all is very simple:

We drink because it’s expected of us. Period!

To chose NOT to drink, however, is considered to be radical, antisocial and in so many ways very awkward to those drinking.

We are tought to drink at a very young age. We learn in school to be cautious with alcohol in our early teenages. Some of us are even introduced to alcohol by our parents. Mostly in best intentions because it’s better that we’re made acquainted with the use of this drug at home surrounded by people who care about us rather in a dark alley with bad booze given to us by strangers who woulden’t give a shit what happens if we’re being badly intoxicated. But we drink because it’s expected of us. It’s a part of growing up. It’s what adults do. And we’re hooked at first sip!

It’s expected of us to consume this highly addictive and let’s admit it: very toxic substance at least from the day we’re judicial adults and at the same time it’s demanded that we keep it under control. We’re hooked from the beginning, but we’re supposed to keep our addiction under the management of our common sence, which is blown away by alcohol…

(To be continued)