At the grand old age of 19, I’ve decided to give up
drinking. Well, I haven’t made a conscious choice. I just don’t feel the need
anymore. I can’t remember the last time alcohol passed my lips. I think it was
some time in December, before the Christmas break. I used to drink for
confidence when I went out but like I said yesterday, it’s all in the mind so
there’s no need.
Also, alcohol doesn’t really mix with my body if you get the
picture (without being graphic). The last time I drunk (only a little), I was
chatting to a girl (which is a rarity) but I mucked it up because I didn’t
listen to her. All I was thinking was “don’t be sick all over her”. Luckily, I
didn’t but by the time I felt better, she’d long gone. So, I think it’s for the
best if I steer clear of the liquid poison.
There have been plenty of opportunities to drink. During the
Christmas break, to celebrate the birth of the true saviour (me, in case you
weren’t aware), the ups and downs of supporting The Arsenal, leaving University
and most recently, my cousin’s wedding at the weekend. But I haven’t.
It’s perfectly fine if you drink but I’m not ashamed to say
I don’t. Peer pressure used to be a big thing but now I’m an adult, I’m quite
happy being sober. I still have fun and that’s the main thing.
Instead of alcohol, I’m now getting wasted on water, which
people close to me will know is quite an achievement for me.
Bye for now!
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