Not quite sure why I get upset when deeply asked why I don\’t drink.
Maybe it all started with moral superiority. That I preferred to be up front with the truth without anything else clouding my judgement. That I was already blunt and honest. And that I was terrorized when I was younger for being different.
But I am different. And it\’s that problem that I have issues with. Because by being different that means that I risked many things. It meant that I couldn\’t go to happy hours without being bothered. I couldn\’t deal with the college parties because I wouldn\’t be holding a red cup. But then at the same time, I really wanted to be part of that. I wanted to say \”let\’s wash all that away with this drink.\”