With the holiday season in the rearview mirror, I’d like to opine on an interesting phenomenon. But before I do that, I have to confess I am:
Not taking medication.
Not a designated driver.
Not Mormon.. or Amish.. or any other religion that eschews alcohol.
Not a teetotaler.
And, definitely not a recovering alcoholic
But I have used every one of those excuses. Because for some reason, all of them are more acceptable than the truth: I simply don’t like drinking. I don’t like beer or wine or liquor. I don’t like how any of it tastes or how it makes me feel. But when I say that, I may as well have confessed to unnatural acts with small farm animals. It’s not less shocking or disturbing and usually leads to: “C’mon. Just one drink. It won’t hurt you”.. “We’re celebrating.. why aren’t you joining in?”.. “Don’t be a party pooper.”
So here’s my question. Why do you think it’s more acceptable for me to be a recovering alcoholic than to not like drinking alcohol?