Rules for Booze
Semi - recently, I guess I've recently become an adult. I didn't drink for awhile β mostly because I didn't like the taste of most beers or spirits.1
But, I've recently started, mostly because I discovered that brewing is fun. I've come to quite like drinking, mostly getting buzzed with friends while yapping or watching television. And I see nothing wrong with this; if the Gospels are right, the Lord Himself rolled in a new keg at a party.2 But drunkeness is a vice, and I'd prefer not to develop it. To that end, I've written down some hard and fast rules about how I should relate to alcohol:
I won't drink more than four nights per week.
I won't drink before dinner - time, unless there's an occasion that demands it.
In a day, I won't consume more than four standard drinks. (In practice, I probably won't drink more than three. Having four drinks usually messes with my sleep and makes me feel generally terrible).
Sometimes, drinking takes the edge off of my sensory issues. Sometimes, I guess it's fine to use it for that purpose β it makes parties and live music bearable for me, and that seems good. But I've heard autistic people often become alcoholics this way, so I don't want to lean on it.
I've kind of warmed up to beer, especially to beers that aren't very hoppy. But distilled beverages usually burn my mouth, and that's no fun. I can have a shot of gin in a cup of tea or coffee, but that's about it.↩
Or rather, He produced several jars of wine. But you know what I mean. I don't think people drank much beer in first - century Palestine. Nor had kegs.↩