On Midnight

In which I write the next hour away.

I cannot abide drinking. The energy of it sits ill with me. The uppercase 'why' escapes me - with effort I can trace a few of the less subtle aspects. It's been four years now if it's been one since God with a capital G asked for my everlasting vow of never tasting alcohol again. Important note; it was a Wednesday, I was dead sober and trying to fall asleep on an otherwise unremarkable night. And i wasn't much of a drinker to begin with. The request seemed out of left field. But deity speaks, who am I to argue? It's been the one thing in my life that is an absolute certain. I question it less than I question if air is visible. Like brown eyes, witty humor and a small toe that bends slightly inward, the command is me and I just don't/will not/can't drink.

As one forever removed from this socially accepted norm, it's been quite an education in the goings on of the inebriated mind. I don't see the point drinking alcohol. I just....don't. I don't like being around people that are drinking. It's like a thick vail of suds bubble up between myself and the drinker, the person I had been keeping company with washed away, leaving me with a stranger with a familiar face but emotionally and rationally unstable. A lot of terrible and uncomfortable things can be caused by this imposter.

I dislike immensely that the next day, when my company washes back on shore from their tide of inebriation, they wave away any misdoings as the acts of another. Their lovable, blameless ale clone was the wrong doer and they admonish their actions as if they were a thing apart from them. "I was drunk.... I wasn't that drunk... No i wasn't acting like that,,,"

As my hour is almost up now, I'd like to give thanks again. Deity, in infinite wisdom, blessed me with a soul mate that also doesn't drink, mainly I believe because he came from a country where getting drunk was viewed as the highest form of social embarrassment and simply just wasn't done. He never saw the point of drinking. Alcohol was treated as something as common place and special as grapefruit juice - something one got a taste for on occasion but could stomach more than a glassful at a time.

That's all from me. Blessed be