One time I got fairly buzzed (I think) at a big family Thanksgiving party (before I was legal) and my dad made a joke about me drinking that I don't remember, it was probably a light hearted jab at best, but I started feeling really angry and put off, and went to sit on an empty couch away from everybody else, fuming and being misanthropic. I think I was about 18/19, and this side of the family was very liberal, so they weren't too strict when I went for the booze.
Now I'm 21, and it's still hard to realize that I CAN drink whatever I want, wherever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want. It just doesn't sink in yet. I oughta get legitimately drunk one of these days... hopefully I'm not an angry drunk, it's not fun feeling like that. I felt pretty fun on some shots of champagne on New Years.
Also, I'm pretty wild and sociable around my mom's boyfriend when we're all hanging out together, high on nothing, so I doubt I need to depend on alcohol that much for social situations.
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