I am not an angel, I have made my mistakes. Thing is, I also learned from those mistakes. When I say, I don’t…trust me, I don’t. So, yes. The following is a bit of a rant that may sound a lot like that old country song, What part of No Don’t You Understand?
Back, many…many years ago during another lifetime, I smoked cigarettes, I drank wine, and I wasn’t above a bad word or two. Now I won’t go into that story because that happened over forty years ago and for the most part, the drinking was left in Louisiana with a soon to be ex-husband. The smoking ended the day it was confirmed that I was expecting my son, almost thirty-three years ago. I tossed them out the car window and was done with them. Yes, it was that easy, they were making me sick at the time so, no cigarette, no sick stomach and one healthier baby. The not so nice words, I’ll be upfront here. While it is very rare, and has to be one of those situations were I’m caught totally unaware such as a near miss auto accident, a not so nice word may slip out. Nothing that would peel the paint off the car, but enough to express my surprise or shock. And send any passenger into hysterical laughter at the unexpected expletive.
Thing is, I don’t understand why people have such a difficult time understanding and believing that, I……..don’t…………….drink………..alcohol. I haven’t drank more than a sip of wine at a wedding, in almost forty years. The desire for alcohol was taken away from me on a very long bus ride home. I won’t attempt to get it back. I don’t need it any more.
For those of you who do drink responsibly, you do you, I don’t care. It doesn’t bother me to see people drinking, responsibly. Responsibly meaning not getting sloppy, dangerous to yourself or others, drunk. While my son and I were at the race in Darlington, SC, I watched a guy who was very drunk, try to step over a row of seats. He didn’t make it. He landed on the row of seats in front of him in such a way that the backs of those seats went straight down the middle of his chest and stomach. I’m sure he’s feeling that by now. And I hope he didn’t attempt to drive home, where ever home was. For the most part, the people around us, if they were drinking beer, they did so sensibly. Most though were drinking water, soda or lemonade.
I do not understand why people seem to think they have to get drunk to have a good time. Maybe they think that drinking alcohol loosens them up or relaxes them. I don’t know. And I’m not meaning to sound judgemental. I just want people to know, I have no need or use for the stuff. Stop inviting me out for drinks. Not beer, not wine, not mixed drinks, nothing alcoholic. If you can’t spend time with me without it, then we’re not spending time together. Sorry, not sorry. I am more comfortable sitting enjoying a cup of coffee and conversation in a place where I can hear the conversation. While I haven’t tried it, I might would even enjoy a bottle of cold water at an out door concert. More difficult to hear maybe, but enjoyable. Still, no alcohol. Nope. No thank you.
Am I an anomaly? A freak? Nope. I won’t allow those tags because they are incorrect. I simply have no use, or need for drinks of that sort. I have sat in the company of family who are drinking-responsibly without issue. My son has been known to drink some. Not a lot, and he’s home, not driving. You want to drink? You do you, I don’t care. Just don’t expect me to join you.
I have been to Jeep gatherings and fully enjoyed myself without alcohol. But then these are family events with kids so alcohol is a prohibited item. I have been out to eat and had a fine time, without alcohol. I’ve been to concerts before Covid, and we went to the race this past Sunday, no alcohol. No problems. Still had fun.
So why is it, that I keep getting invited out for drinks when I make it plain that I do not drink alcohol? Earlier tonight, over on social media I shared one of those silly games that had 7 truths. The last said something about dances well when drunk. Before I shared that picture I wrote across the top that since I don’t drink the last isn’t true. Down in the comments, someone said they would dance with me if we went out for drinks, beer, wine or mixed.
What part of I don’t…do you not understand??