I Suppose I Should Tell You Something...

I drink.

Well, sort of. (I'll explain more about that later.)

But the reason I am telling you this now is because of that one post I wrote back in June of 2010, where Vern started drinking, and I wasn't really comfortable with it. And my comfort-ability level with it has since changed, so I supposed I should explain it.

I started exploring the reasons I had for not drinking a bit more, and finding out those reasons were not so important any more. My choice to not ever drink was making a bigger deal of it than was necessary. I don't want to give undue importance to my reasons for not drinking, much in the same way that I don't want to give undue importance to money by not spending it. It just doesn't matter that much, in the grand scheme of things.

Now, if you're thinking that I'm turning myself into a drunken over-spender, you're not getting the point of all this. It's more than that.

I am telling you this (especially for those of you who know me in real life) so that it is not a surprise for you to see me having a drink at Book Club or Mom's Night Out or wherever.

By "sort of" drinking, this is what I mean: I will try a small amount an alcoholic drink or two at a social gathering. It is interesting to experience a new taste and to see what I like and don't like. I have been drinking like this for over a year now, and I don't think I've ever had what amounted to more than one glass. I just mostly like to explore the different tastes. (Not that the quantity that I drink matters, really, since the whole point of my philosophical awakening is that none of this really matters. This is just what my experience has been so far and it is what I seem to enjoy.)

One night, after a social gathering at our house, there was some wine (a delightful Lambursco, which, in my limited experience, I have thus far surmised to be my favorite alcoholic drink) leftover at our house, and Vern and I drank it the next night. I had what would probably be equivalent to 1-1/2 wine glasses (although we don't own wine glasses, so we were just drinking them out of regular glasses), and the taste got quite tiresome after awhile (even though I have thus far surmised that it is my favorite) and I didn't understand how people could drink enough to get drunk off of it.

I don't ever plan to get drunk. I've seen people get drunk before, and it doesn't seem like my thing. But I do enjoy tasting different drinks, and seeing what this world of alcohol is all about.

So, there you go.