Okay, no. That was a lie. About two years ago, I drank half a bottle of beer (Red Horse) and I ended up puking my guts out all over my bedroom floor.
In my defense, I was sooooo brokenhearted at the time that my initial thought was to drink and just will the alcohol to help me forget the pain and the heartache and you know… cliché shit like that.
Other than that one slip, though, I’ve been basically sober since November 28, 2011 — I remember the exact date because that was the day after my 20th birthday. And on my birthday, I was so fucking drunk (because again, heartache and shit) and my head was throbbing like crazy that I actually said out loud to myself and to my friends (who were at my party then) that this would be the last time that I will drink.
Of course, it’s a very common “expression” for many Filipinos when they find themselves incredibly drunk.
“Ayoko nang uminom; last na talaga ‘to”.
But nobody that I know personally has ever actually gone through with it. Well, except me, that is (if we’re discounting that one slip from 2016).
I actually didn’t know why I decided to just stop drinking alcohol. I wasn’t sick (although I do have ulcer; but many people that I know also have ulcer and yet they still drink regularly or occassionally). I wasn’t even an alcohol addict. So really, there was no reason for me to just quit.
Now that I’m looking back at it, I really didn’t have a reason; I just decided and actually did it.
The funny and sometimes annoying thing about this alcohol sobriety that I voluntarily put myself in is that nobody (as in literally, nobody) believes me when I tell them that I don’t drink.
It’s a stereotypical thing, I suppose. I’m a pretty “out there” person; an extrovert, if you may — friendly, makes jokes all the time, and have a lot of tattoos (so even my body is loud and out there).
So when somebody asks me to go out drinking, I would immediately decline and say that I actually don’t drink. But if they’re okay with me just drinking iced tea and eating all their foods, then I might consider tagging along.
But then, nobody would believe me.
A mixture or some variety of “WEEEEEHs”, “DI NGAAAAA???”, “ULUUUUUL???”, and “GAGO MAPAGPANGGAP!”, plus some unnecessary cursing are thrown in my direction because apparently, I don’t look the part of someone who does not drink. Or in my case, has not drank alcohol in years.
Eventually though, these people would be able to wrap their heads around it and just leave me be. And sometimes, they’d be the first ones to point to other people that I don’t drink.
The truly irritating part is dealing with people who knew me back when I was still a heavy drinker (I have a seriously high alcohol tolerance back in the day; case in point: I would always be the last person in whatever group to feel drunk enough to give up and say no, even if the group’s filled with men who are supposedly heavier drinkers than women). They just would not quit offering me a glass, a shot, or a bottle of whatever alcoholic beverage they’re drinking at the time.
But yesterday, when I was looking at and taking care of my girlfriend who was so dead drunk, I once again found myself thinking that I would never want to feel that same way ever again. Feeling restless and nauseous is not good for anyone.
I guess all I’m saying here is that been there, done that, never going down that road again.
Maybe at some point in the future I’d start drinking again. Then again, maybe not. But right now, I can at least be proud to say that 1) I’ve been sober for years and 2) I fucking defy the stereotypes on tattooed individuals because not only do I not do drugs, I also don’t drink alcohol (I do listen to rock and roll, though, and have sex regularly).
I’m clinking your glasses and cheering you on with my cup of coffee.