Yes I drink. But not alone. From 20s to my 40s always with either close friends and co-workers or mere acquaintances I met through work and social gatherings.
Before that I started drinking in high-school (18 or was it 16? Lol ) with cousins.
Never had any bad experience with any drinking sessions or occasions I participated in. Maybe I was just too drunk to notice I don’t know.
It was always fun if not totally a blast of sorts. Getting a light buzz or ending up downright dead drunk puking on my own bed it was…good. Lol
Guess I’m lucky I didn’t have any drinking friends who were annoying and loved picking fights when they’re drunk. Most of the time it’s just celebrating something, reminiscing about the past and on few occasions getting drunk to mourn someone’s passing. I think there will be more of the latter now that I’m middle age.
It’s not really the alcohol. It’s essential but the exulting joy, the dizzying euphoria only happen because of the company and the nature of conversations that take place.
There were times people I know settle their bitter disputes while drinking. I’ve seen guys open up about their feelings, display sincere remorse when drunk. For some reason the gentler side not the mean side of some people who drink shows up instead. And quite easily too.