This is a story about social lubricants…
This time last year, I was attempting 101 consecutive days of sobriety. I actually managed nearly 120 days without alcohol in the end. I’m pretty sure that the lack of ‘crutch’ meant that I wasn’t able to self-medicate with booze when I needed it, which caused hypomania to flair up during a period of incredible stress.
I’ve been juggling the fine balance between stimulants and tranquillisers, in order to cope with a boring career that has lasted two decades. Tea, coffee, cola, wine and beer: it’s a winning formula.
“An alcoholic is someone you don’t like, who drinks as much as you do” — Dylan Thomas
There are all kinds of middle-class rules that differentiate the right sort of people from those dreadful sorts who swig Special Brew in the park. No drinking before midday. Don’t mix your drinks. Craft beers. Fine wines. Single malt whiskies. It’s the snobbery of it that means that the wealthy can drink copious amounts and get away with it.
Of course, there are people who are alcohol dependent. If you consume huge amounts of alcohol every day, you’ll suffer life-threatening withdrawal if you abruptly stop drinking. You might have a seizure and die.
I’m sure my liver was very grateful for that period of sobriety last year. I’ve gained a load of weight through drinking, which isn’t healthy. My weight has fluctuated wildly this year. I was really thin and bony back in March. I drank loads to get through a dreadfully boring contract and I’ve been drinking heavily again to cope with the stress of evicting a flatmate, having to look for work again, worrying about cashflow, the pressure of Christmas and everything else that everybody in the entire world worries about too. I’m not unique and what about the starving Africans etc. etc.?
The big change in my consumption habits is that I no longer drink alone.
It’s quite possible that I’ve entered into a kind of co-dependency, but equally there are safeguards when you drink with others: you know when you’re drinking faster than everybody else and you know when you’re drinking more than other people. It’s remarkable how the social shame of guzzling booze when everybody else is sipping, means that you can moderate your behaviour somewhat.
“Do you want a drink?” my kind host asks.
“What’s everybody else doing?” I reply. “I’ll wait… don’t open a bottle on my account.”
It’s clear from the size of the alcohol aisle in the supermarket and the clink of bottles being loaded into the back of cars, that a British Christmas is a boozy Christmas, for most households. Family traditions are varied, but everybody likes to pop a cork or two over the festive season. I can’t imagine a sober Christmas, even though I had one last year.
The hardest thing about quitting booze was not the craving for alcohol – that subsided after only a few days – but how ubiquitous it is. My AirBnB host in San Francisco was visibly put out that I declined the offer of a drink at Halloween. On several occasions, there was relentless pressure on me to ‘cheat’. I refused to even sip wine for the taste. If I was going to undertake the challenge, I was going to do it properly!
Go Sober for October was the charitable event that gave me a legitimate excuse to get through the first 30 days of sobriety. Without that, I’m sure I would have weakened under peer pressure. I’m sure I would have got into the habit of cheating.
That’s why drinking alone is dangerous: once you pop you can’t stop. So many times I say to myself “I’m just going to have one glass of wine/beer” only to then find myself finishing the bottle or the 4-pack. It’s been a very successful strategy, to be a social drinker. I’m super self-conscious about being drunk or high, when those around me are ‘straight’ so I just don’t do it. There’s safety in numbers.
I drink too much and I’m alarmed by my weight gain, but I’ve made it to Christmas Day without total disaster. Things could be better, but they could be a lot worse.
Think about how much your day is structured around socially acceptable drugs: you want your morning coffee and then you’re craving something to ‘take the edge off’ in the evening. Round and round we go, with our uppers and downers.
I’m embracing alcohol, because the desire to become intoxicated is inextricably bound up with the human condition. Coping with modern life is impossible without some kind of ‘help’. Stress will drive you crazy: I can vouch for that.
There’s an arms race – of course – where our employers expect us to be able to cope with unrealistic levels of stress and exhaustion, because they’ve gotten used to everybody being hopped up on coffee during the day, and drunk enough to sleep at night. However, that’s not to say that alcohol and caffeine are bad, when used sparingly to cope with life’s unpredictable peaks and troughs.
Anyway, I need to get on with Christmas Day. It won’t be long before the Buck’s Fizz starts flowing. The day will pass much more pleasantly with a warm alcohol glow and a fuzzy brain.
Habit of a lifetime.
Tags: #alcohol #christmas
