Dry January, Dry Forever


Here’s the thing: I hate when people go on about my alcohol consumption or lack thereof.

Growing up, I never succumbed to the peer pressure of my youth to go out and get wasted. Plus, I’m a morning person, so if I wake up hungover, I’m going to be in a foul mood for the rest of the day. No one should have the privilege of witnessing that.

While I don’t mind the odd cocktail or beer, I can’t say it’s a habit or a prerequisite for a good time out. I’m very happy to sit at a bar sans alcohol, and if that means I’m designated driver then so be it.

When I tell people that I’m not much of a drinker, I typically get two kinds of reactions. First, they associate my indifference to religious reasons, which is false. Or they assume I’m a recovering alcoholic – also false. The real reason as to why I don’t drink is simply because I don’t like the taste.

But with today’s societal quest for superhuman health, diminishing alcohol has become just another fad, and I fit right in.