By Jillian Owens
When I read my fellow BIC contributor Marques Moore’s article, “Don’t Drink! Don’t Smoke! What DO You Do…?“, it made me think a bit.
I love booze. Booze is amazing and wonderful and has an uncanny way of making most things better. Boring date? Try booze! Awkward situation? Just add booze! Have an afternoon to kill? Why not meet up with friends and consume some booze?
I drink just about every day. A glass of wine after work here, a cocktail there, and in significantly greater quantities over the weekend. I’ll sip a glass of pinot while I sew. If I’m stuck and can’t come up with a story idea, I’ll drink a tasty cider to loosen up my creativity.
On one such Saturday, I turned to my friend and asked, “Do we have a problem?”
“No. No!” My friend was taken aback.” Yes…we like to drink. But it doesn’t affect our lives in any negative way. We go to work, we do things, and you’re one of the most productive people I know. I don’t know how you’d function without alcohol. And why would you want to?”
I love booze. I love how fantastic things have happened whilst consuming said booze.
I don’t love how on occasion booze can lead me to some fantastically bad decisions, like angry texting, attempting to dance, making out with some weird stranger, or singing show tunes at karaoke.
I also don’t love the idea of needing a substance to function. I don’t like seeing a suspicious link to my creativity and my alcohol consumption. When does a pleasant ritual become something more insidious?
“I’m giving up drinking for a couple of weeks,” I told my friend
“Why? Are you pregnant?!?” was her fair response (this is the only reason our female friends have gone off the sauce, so we’re quite suspicious now).
“No. Gross! God no. I just want to see what it’s like. I want to test myself.”
I want to see what will happen. I want to see if clever fun Jillian can still be clever and fun without a cocktail in her. I want to see if this change makes me more productive. I want to see what a totally non-hungover Sunday feels like.
I talked to Marques about this, and will probably continue to do so throughout this two week trial.
“This is going to suck. I’m going to hate this,” I moaned.
Marques just shrugged, “I think you’re going to be surprised by how not a big deal it is. You can still go out and do stuff. You’re still going to hang out with your friends and have a social life. You don’t have to do this, you know.”
But I feel like I do.
It all starts Monday.
Will I make it through the next two weeks? I really don’t know.
I’ll keep you posted.