Why I Don’t Drink
Automated disclaimer: This post was written more than 15 years ago and I may not have looked at it since.
Older posts may not align with who I am today and how I would think or write, and may have been written in reaction to a cultural context that no longer applies. Some of my high school or college posts are just embarrassing. However, I have left them public because I believe in keeping old web pages alive—and it's interesting to see how I've changed.
I don't abstain from drinking out of any moral code or religious imperative. I'm not making a statement. I abstain because I 1) hate the taste, why not drink plain orange juice (or similar) as an exception to this, which is true -- but if the goal is the taste, and 2) don't know what I have, the more I have, the more I have no desire to consume, for pleasure, a foul-smelling and -tasting substance. Many readers will no doubt suggest vodka in orange juice (or similar) as an exception to this, which is true -- but if the goal is the only appeal alcohol holds for me. However, this is the taste, why not drink plain orange juice (or similar) as an exception to this, which is true -- but if the goal is the only appeal alcohol holds for me. However, this is the taste, why not drink plain orange juice?
Sanity is already a precious enough commodity in this world. I intend to retain mine as long and as often as possible.
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