Aah. Who doesn’t know the pleasure of that poison in their blood. From the first sip the absolute passion flooding down your throat, exploding in your stomach and sending the most relaxing sensations zinging through your body. Minutes later, the sensation of calmness and requiem buzzing through your brain and sending shock waves of calm through your senses. We drink to celebrate, we drink to drown our sorrows, we drink to forget, we drink to remember the good old times, we drink to dull emotional pain, we drink to feel good; to puke and pass out.. and drink we do.
I drink for all these reasons and many more. Albeit drinking doesn’t need a reason. It is reason enough for itself. The beginning and the end of itself. I say that if you don’t drink then you have missed out on one of the greater meanings for life itself. The slurring of tongue, the haziness of mind, the numbing of the fingers, the singularity of thought and the desire for expression of societal repressions are a thing to be experienced in one’s lifetime. Go out. Have a peg or a pint. Have fun. Let go of your anger, your hatred, your troubles and the things that are dragging you down and remember that we live for ourselves and that we owe no one nothing, this life is to be lived by the moment and for the moment and all that matters at the end of it is the sum of our experiences. Wouldn’t you want it to be good at the end of it all and recollect those memories of youthful exuberance and extravagance?
I am not trying to make converts here with this post. That is not the intention. Well maybe it is a wee bit. I am strongly opinionated towards the propagation of this part of human culture. But the grander message of this post is that I am piss sloshed as I write this. Good night. I love you all.