It never occurred to me that someday I would become an alcoholic.
In 2013, I was introduced to a good brew of African beer. It tasted really well but I was not ready to go public on my alcoholism status. Everyone around me was drunk. This beer was too good. Especially when guests were around, they would get extremely high and I knew I could match that alcohol tolerance as well.
Months in after my first beer, I was hooked. I drank more than I should have. My parents did not have a problem with my alcohol problem. They knew this alcohol problem was for the best.
ALA is a great place to find this beer. In my first year, I knew I wanted to make friends who are from different paths than mine but have at least something similar to me. I closed the petals of my life like a flower before pollination and I built high walls of arrogance and pushed people away. Then I met someone. I made one good friend. My beer. We spoke for long hours and I held them in high regard. You know, one beer calls for more bottles. I know this metaphor is weird but you will get drunk on the presence of your friends. When you are drunk, it’s very easy to forget everything that you are going through. It’s a good way to talk your problems away when you have a bottle of beer in front of you. It’s also good for you to remember that you are not alone.
ALA is just a dump without the people. I encourage you to get drunk more often. I encourage you to kick down the walls you have built to push people away- one brick at a time.
I am still hungover. I am hungover on the conversations I had with my friends- my well brewed beers. I am still incredibly hungover on the fullness of happiness I had my friends around.
I am still an alcoholic. I love my beers a lot!
Remember, there is no beer that will be good for your health, but there are exceptions to some cases like mine. Find your brand. If it tastes bitter, spit it out!