Thursday, July 14, 2011

Confession: I don't drink!

If you've been reading my blog for a while now, you'll probably have noticed something is conspicuously absent from my dietary habits.
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What's missing? Booze, of course!

It's not to say that I haven't tried my fair share alcoholic drinks. I have, it's merely that I just don't seem to possess the same desire to consume them that others do.  My parents don't drink very often. When they do, it's usually just a beer with some pizza or my mom has wine with her meal.  I don't recall them ever making it taboo or telling me I shouldn't do it.

When I was a teenager, my mom would let me have a glass of wine occasionally. It was never anything special and all wine ever did to me was make me feel warm, sleepy and like I really had to pee. It still does to this day. It's funny to actually think back on this period of my life. I was so naive and ignorant of my peers alcohol consumption.  I honestly believed that everyone else was just like me, not drinking and not really seeing why it was such a big deal.

Oooh, how wrong I was.

I remember touring the WPI campus at 18. It was the first school that I just knew I would fit in at and I still believed that not many people drank.  So when I moved in for my orientation, and found that the prime directive of many was to get startlingly drunk, I was appalled.

Horrified. Shocked.

It didn't make sense to my young mind.

Then as these things go, the peer pressure came.  I cannot begin to count how many people tried to get me to come out and have a drink (more like several) with them or come get "tanked." At the time, I was on a medication for my insulin resistance that could have dire consequences when it mixed with alcohol in my body. I used this as my reason for turning them down. I was happy to have that excuse, because in truth, it disguised the real reason.

I honestly have no desire to drink, and that makes me a social oddity, especially in the first few years of college. I couldn't, at that age, understand why anyone would want to drink to relax and have fun but at the cost of their presence of mind. I played video games to relax and have fun, but I got to keep my presence of mind.  Eventually, I found friends who weren't uncomfortable with my decision to not drink. They never tried to foist alcohol upon me, and just allowed me to be.

However just because I don't drink doesn't mean I think others shouldn't either.  I do not care if other people drink; it's their decision. It doesn't bother me a ounce. I'm aware that my choice can make other people uncomfortable, but it shouldn't. I'm not judging you for drinking!

These days I'm no longer on any medications that have bad reactions with alcohol, so theoretically I could opt to have a glass of wine or a beer. I still choose not to though.

Has there ever been a time in your life where your choices put you at odds with the social norms? How did you handle it? Lemme know in a comment below!

Today's Thursday Tips post will be up later on, have to find a good tip! :)