If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my party-going years, it’s that alcohol reduces your capabilities as a person.
I’ve worked in a bar so I’ve seen my share of drunk people. I can tell you some things about alcohol.
Alcohol is a poison. It’s not only bad for your body – I can not count the times I’ve had to clean vomit in the toilets – but primarily, it’s bad for your mind.
If I had a euro for every drunk guest who told me some despressing life story, I’d be chilling in my own house now, debt-free.
That’s because alcohol is a depressant. It shuts down the part of you that’s positive. It shuts down your yang. What remains is the passive feminine.
Visualize all those drunk people who are sitting in a bar, talking about their problems. Not thinking about solutions, but only venting.
You can imagine that it rapidly got less and less fun being in that environment. At first I tried to come up with solutions for them. But after a while I realized that you can’t talk sense into a drunk person. You just have to let them rot and wait until they see the light.
I’ve been on the other side, too. Especially in my teenage years; when I was tipsy I used to talk about all those things I “wanted” to do, but taking no action towards those goals.
Now that I’m sober, I’m different. I paint every day, because my goal is to make a living through my art. I’m learning to be persistent.
It’s cheaper, too. I have a bigger wallet now that I don’t drink. Cola is way cheaper than alcohol. I’m already living more minimalistic now, and not drinking alcohol goes together well with that.
Alcohol turns you into a depressive, suicidal lunatic. Forty-nine percent of murderers have alcohol in their system. It goes without saying that that’s a drug society doesn’t really benefit from.
