The worst drinkers are the part timers!

2013. What a year. Lessons learned; I'm an awful drunk, I achieved nothing this year, I'm very likely an awful person.

The main thing I've done this year is binge drink on weekends. Wasting what little money I earn on wobbly truth elixir, much to my own dismay the next day in the toilet. I'm your classic binge drinker, I don't drink in the house that often, I never drink alone and I only drink till something gives; my wallet, my liver or time (they kick you out eventually.)

"Everyone loves a drink!" - Every drinker in existence.

I'm not sure I do anymore, there's a good chance I do it out of habit, I'm struggling to see the enjoyment I garner when it usually ends up with a ruined day to follow and not because my hangovers have become excruciating in my late 20's. More so, I remember the petty squabbles with other weekenders or the false promises I told some girl so she'd assault my mouth on a dancefloor.

Sure, peer pressure plays a part but can any normal(ish) adult use that as an excuse? It almost doesn't bear thinking about how it'd affect my friendships if I was to hang up my er, drinking hand?! It's not even that I truly hate the person I become when paralytic but more, I worry that I, in fact become the true me. A version not constrained by social conformity or the worry of criticism. I've always been sarcastic to the point of offensive and have offended my fair share of people when sober but when the moral compass is spinning along with the rest of the room, the gloves are off and Rocky's swinging.

Of course these are classic examples of the side effects of too much fizzy poison. Surely moderation is key? In hindsight, I don't think I've ever drank for the taste, even alco-pops and fruity cider leave a lot to be desired. I always start off meaning well "We'll just have a couple, then go home at a decent hour..." 2 hours later I'm drinking doubles and dancing along to songs I don't like and certainly don't know the words to.
My lack of will power worries me but mostly it makes me wonder why I'm so eager to escape my sober state. What even is there to be achieved? I don't even really go out to meet girls, that's just a by-product of the experience. I don't believe you'll ever make a true connection with a girl dancing to Gangnam Style.

Maybe I should get a hobby that consumes my evenings on a weekend or maybe I'll just see you on the dancefloor...