Alcohol And I

Alcohol seems to have different affects on people...some become more open and honest and the conversation becomes so deep you could swim in them for hours...whereas others become loud and obnoxious and in desperate need of everyone to know their short-sided thoughts. I, honestly, don't feel as if I'm the ladder...not to say that I find myself an insanely intriguing person, but I think I can hold a relatively interesting conversation for the most part. Drinking, to me, isn't an escape, but an embracing of myself and the world around me. And although I feel a lot of disdain for the world at times, its beauty is never lost on me. I don't typically drink much either...one or two...three if I'm feeling really feisty. Others drink to elude themselves from the world...they detach their mind and let it wander away. I like my mind...and it worries me when it's away. I don't care to be around people who drink themselves into a mindless stupor...especially if they're people I care about when they're sober. It makes me feel like that's what we amount to...a worthless conversation about how so-n-so looks like a cocker spaniel and should die...pretty much a forgettable memory. It's petty and boring and I don't wish for my life to be made up of numerous forgettable moments...I want a worthwhile life, and memories that correspond with it. I know life has it's pitfalls and hardships...I know that sometimes escaping is the only option that holds to reason...but if it's always the best and only option, then something's askew, something's not okay...and if it's a life-time with me that you wish to escape, then run! Stop drinking and just run...because I don't want to spend any of my time with someone who drinks to forget it.