No Judgement?

Yes, sure, I'm a teetotaler myself, but don't worry, because come to think of it, some of the finest people I know are probably something pretty darn close to closet alcoholics.

But I don't "judge" people who drink a little every now and then, of course. Especially given the highly peer pressure oriented aspect of that particular liquid drug (that effectively gets most kids hooked at a pretty young age -- before they're even old enough to think for themselves, in most cases).

 

However... that does not mean that I feel the need to participate, or am even mildly apt to be susceptible to the massive social pressure that has long encouraged literally billions to join in that most ancient of human social customs.

In other words, to each his own, but don't expect me to join in all "the fun." Sure, I occasionally get a prescription for severe headaches (migraines, or something very much like them), that have plagued me periodically throughout the course of my life, whether I like it or not.

So why then, would I want to participate in a bizarre social custom that often includes becoming so pathetically intoxicated that one is required to puke up their own stomach contents, and then wake up with a massive headache the next morning?

Yep. You see, that part of all the "fun" of alcohol intoxication, right there, just continues to totally mystify me, I'm afraid. Yep. Uh-huh.