I admit it, I drink. In fact, I would say I drink a lot. Mostly I stick to beer and wine, but sometimes I do hit the harder stuff. Vodka, Whisky and Rum, I do drink them all. And yes, I do drink alone. I like a glass of wine with my dinner. I am not going to apologize for that. Wine makes dinner a little bit better.
However, I actually tend to avoid alcohol when I am stressed. I don’t know why that is, but it’s a sort of reverse alcoholism. And alcoholism is something I have to beware of with some of my family history. I enjoy wine and beer. I like the taste, not necessarily the effects of the alcohol.
I can’t explain why this is. Maybe I am very aware of the fact that if I feel like I need the drink, I probably shouldn’t have it. And that, of course, reminds me of the episode of M*A*S*H where Hawkeye tried giving up drinking. Every now and then, I put myself through the same test, and I go dry. It doesn’t happen often, but it has been known to happen.