I recall
mentioning in a rambling some time ago that I have somewhat of an
indifferent relationship with alcohol. So I figured it'd be a good
idea to elaborate on that as well.
When it comes to alcohol, my relationship with it could be compared to that between me and a fresh acquaintance. That is to say I know them by name, but I'm not yet sure they'd necessarily make a good friend.
Now I love drinking, don't get me wrong. I love tasting new beers and whiskeys. I love cracking open a cold one on a night out with friends. But therein lies the problem with alcohol, as drinking too much of it brings about a state of intoxication, and a large enough dose can even be lethal.
Luckily I've learned my limit in regards to that. And it gets reached fairly quickly, for better or worse. I can drink roughly two pints of beer without feeling anything – that, of course, does depend on certain factors. But as a rule of thumb, I keep my daily dosages close to two pints of beer, or whatever is the whiskey equivalent.
As shocking as this might sound, I've only been drunk once in my entire 23-year life. I won't go into too much detail, but in a nutshell, I consumed too many drinks within a day. That experience in particular – which just had to happen during a holiday trip in Costa Rica – taught me to really watch my own drinking.
I'm not a strict drinker only when it comes to the amount I'm willing to consume either. Generally, I only drink on more festive occasions, with the possible exception of a night out with friends. And I'm not a daytime drinker. So overall, I think it's safe to say that my relationship with alcohol is not a very close one.