I get home today from work and my ex boy-friend was online. It’s a weird relationship we criticize and ridicule each other as a way proving to the other that each is better without them.
Unfortunately he ends up looking an ass more than I do. That’s not me being subjective and I will prove it by relating today’s incident.
He’s online and mentions that he’s just had a six-pack of Guinness. Now for you to understand the rest of the story, as well as my point of view, you have to be familiar with what a Guinness, what is does and the West Indian view of Guinness. If you know not then this maybe lost on you.I overlook his horny remarks and continue to enquire of him on his day off, noting to him that only real alcoholics stay home and drink by themselves. The conversation continues and not more than 10 minutes later says he’s half way through his second six-pack.
Now I am not a drinker. I will taste something new and only recently I ordered alcohol at a restaurant for dinner. I just don't like the taste, especially dry white wine. That is not to say I have a problem with it, because I am curious about the social phenomenon that is drinking.
So I asked, “Why do you drink?” I based my question on the simple precept that as humans our behaviours have a motive or basis whether conscious or unconscious. To which he responded that people (notice the evasive noun) drink when they are stressed or when they want to have fun.
I then followed my question with another.
“why would you drink to have a good time? Can’t you have a good time without drinking? And if you have to drink to have a good time then isn’t something wrong?” – ok that wasn’t one question and maybe he felt attacked with my line of questioning.
He then goes off about me being preachy and my need to loosen up and live.
This is when I remember that I once was with a horny asshole who lacks the ability to use or has moronically chosen not to use simple logic in the day to day run of his life.
When I note that he’s in fact being judgmental as opposed to dispassionate and logically he ends the conversation.
I am not shocked because this reaction is typical of my generation's to oppositon to social norms that they have endorsed and transformed. I am curious about drinking in my generation particularly because I have come to learn that many of the drinkers out there actually don’t like alcohol, but would still drink (and in large amounts) if stressed. I am not saying that I myself have not had a day when all that on my mind after 4 o’clock was how long would it take to get a Hennessey and apple juice. But by the time I get to watering hole I remember I DON’T LIKE THE TASTE OF ALCOHOL ENOUGH TO SPEND MONEY ON IT!!!
At a time when science and just good sense seem to be on the same page about moderation in dietary intake are we the young and the beautiful (because he still is beautiful) still behaving like sense and science don’t apply to us.
Is my generation an ass or am I?
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