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Is it wrong to love the booze as much as I do?
Clarifying brings a few questions instead of one:
1. Is it wrong to love the booze.
2. " to the extent I do. (Is it wrong to demonstrate as I do)
3. Is the booze wrong in itself?
4. Do I really love it?
1. Man has distilled and consumed alcohol for thousands of years. 70 years ago, 4 martinis before dinner was normal. Realitivity is often ignored. A standard martini is 4 oz., while a bottle (a fifth) is 25.6 oz. What was socially acceptable in the days of Bogart and Grant, about three quarters of a bottle a night, is now frowned upon as excessive to an extreme now unknown. If I drink 5 beers and a half a bottle a night, that puts me at a normal 1940's consumption rate. Yet, there are many that frown upon my drinking as being socially unacceptable.
2. Granted, if my behavior were an issue, if I were to offend more so than normal, or appear visibly drunk, the criticism would be apt, as it would be based on something besides simple quantity. Not so, though. I am told I don't even seem drunk, speaking and working in lock step and even surpassing the expectations. This I do not get.
3. Booze is a liquid without a mind. Booze wont steal your wallet, car or girlfriend.
4. Some have pitched the idea that I'm using it as a stress reducing method or an escape. Good god, you're right. Nothing is better than 4 shots of jameson back to back and 3 pints of the Harpoon Munich Dark Ale. I love booze more than I love most of the people I know who walk the tightrope in my ranking of friends and acquaintances between "I love you man" in the sarcastic sense, and the rarely said "I love you man" of a deep friendship. Whiskey doesn't ask questions, no does it want excuses. I would trade a thousand bullshit conversations for the same comfortable and supportive silence of a solitary glass, the peace broken only by the re-seating of the ice, melancholy chimes in a silent exchange. I love it more than I love you, shit, even me.
Clarifying brings a few questions instead of one:
1. Is it wrong to love the booze.
2. " to the extent I do. (Is it wrong to demonstrate as I do)
3. Is the booze wrong in itself?
4. Do I really love it?
1. Man has distilled and consumed alcohol for thousands of years. 70 years ago, 4 martinis before dinner was normal. Realitivity is often ignored. A standard martini is 4 oz., while a bottle (a fifth) is 25.6 oz. What was socially acceptable in the days of Bogart and Grant, about three quarters of a bottle a night, is now frowned upon as excessive to an extreme now unknown. If I drink 5 beers and a half a bottle a night, that puts me at a normal 1940's consumption rate. Yet, there are many that frown upon my drinking as being socially unacceptable.
2. Granted, if my behavior were an issue, if I were to offend more so than normal, or appear visibly drunk, the criticism would be apt, as it would be based on something besides simple quantity. Not so, though. I am told I don't even seem drunk, speaking and working in lock step and even surpassing the expectations. This I do not get.
3. Booze is a liquid without a mind. Booze wont steal your wallet, car or girlfriend.
4. Some have pitched the idea that I'm using it as a stress reducing method or an escape. Good god, you're right. Nothing is better than 4 shots of jameson back to back and 3 pints of the Harpoon Munich Dark Ale. I love booze more than I love most of the people I know who walk the tightrope in my ranking of friends and acquaintances between "I love you man" in the sarcastic sense, and the rarely said "I love you man" of a deep friendship. Whiskey doesn't ask questions, no does it want excuses. I would trade a thousand bullshit conversations for the same comfortable and supportive silence of a solitary glass, the peace broken only by the re-seating of the ice, melancholy chimes in a silent exchange. I love it more than I love you, shit, even me.