Social Drinking

The holiday time is upon us, which means that social drinking is inevitable. Being 22 and a University student in the US, I have drank on occasion with friends and family at dinners, parties, and large gatherings, but I have never been good at being drunk. I either stick to a safe option like wine and only have one glass so I can drive home later, or I go to the opposite side of the spectrum where 7 shots seems appropriate in the moment until I detail my life story to a poor cute guy I had been following around the party. These are my two speeds. I never caught on to the beautiful middle ground where you drink enough to ignore the racist remarks that family members make, but not enough that you spend the night with your head in a toilet bowl.

Seeing as I am going to be graduating soon, I really should learn this middle ground now so I don’t make an ass of myself publicly, or at a work event. Alas, I didn’t have the high school experience where you drink a lot and make mistakes and then go to college and learn the limits of my own body. I was a dweeb with no friends and the ones that I did have were either in groups that held private parties, or super into academics and sports. So now I suffer the consequences of being weird in my youth and feeling the need to make up for it now that I have grown into my nose and learned how to make my butt bigger.

My point, social drinking is a weird concept of limits and choices that I have yet to master. I either become the sober sister who drinks one or two drinks and goes home to my sweatpants and Rick and Morty, or I am the drunk, loud girl who has her friends rally around her as she stumbles back home to spend the night getting to know her toilet bowl. Social drinking is a concept I have yet to master, but again, this is a thing I tell my therapist.