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- Jun 19, 2014
Hello forum. This is a thread for teetotalers to discuss their teetotalism. Are you a teetotaler? If so, why? Were you always? Is it driven by religious convictions or something else?
In my case I just never had an inclination to try alcohol. I have no problem with those who partake or with alcohol itself. It's just not for me. I eat too much and have a bit of a compulsive personality. I say compulsive not addictive because for example if I buy a thing of Oreos once I open it I keep getting these overpowering urges to eat the whole dang thing instead of having one or two at a time. I've gotten better about it over the years, but when I was younger (including the age at which I had my own money and could buy whatever I wanted) it was hard to control.
I figured that with such a personality I'd be drunk all the time if I started drinking. Therefore I decided to just not bother with it. So that lead to two things:
1) I was always the DD. This got me a lot of friends! The area I lived at the time either by law or by custom (not sure really) always gave me free soda and sometimes free food for being the DD of a large group of people.
2) People often teased me/pressured me to drink. That sucked. I turned to my fantasy world of comics where I battled those slanderous peer pressure trolls until I showed the world that my teetotalism was true and honest. Ok that part is a lie, but the first thing is true: peer pressure sucked. Ironically I since moved to a state which is likely the dryest in the US and it got even worse. Then I moved to a state full of drunken hillbillies and it stopped COMPLETELY. People here say things like "oh you don't drink? That's cool. You're better off anyway."
So with that I close this thread with my favorite story of being a DD.
In this case I didn't set out to be a DD. It was my boss's 40th birthday party. A bunch of us were over there including my friend who I will nickname X. X really liked the wine (red wine). A lot. So much that he drank 2 entire bottles himself (right out of the bottle) plus a couple of glasses. People were quite upset that he was refusing to hand keys over. Finally he gave me the keys and told me to drive him and his 3 week old car over to my place so he could crash for several hours before driving himself home. So while driving him home, we are on the interstate going about 70 mph when he feels the urge to puke. So he throws the passenger car door wide open and starts hurling red wine puke everywhere including all over the inside of his car. (None on me thank goodness.) Of course I'm busy swerving to avoid his door hitting anyone. Needless to say that was not really a good experience.
Oh, and when we got to my place he got out and horked all over the lawn for about 3 minutes, too.
In my case I just never had an inclination to try alcohol. I have no problem with those who partake or with alcohol itself. It's just not for me. I eat too much and have a bit of a compulsive personality. I say compulsive not addictive because for example if I buy a thing of Oreos once I open it I keep getting these overpowering urges to eat the whole dang thing instead of having one or two at a time. I've gotten better about it over the years, but when I was younger (including the age at which I had my own money and could buy whatever I wanted) it was hard to control.
I figured that with such a personality I'd be drunk all the time if I started drinking. Therefore I decided to just not bother with it. So that lead to two things:
1) I was always the DD. This got me a lot of friends! The area I lived at the time either by law or by custom (not sure really) always gave me free soda and sometimes free food for being the DD of a large group of people.
2) People often teased me/pressured me to drink. That sucked. I turned to my fantasy world of comics where I battled those slanderous peer pressure trolls until I showed the world that my teetotalism was true and honest. Ok that part is a lie, but the first thing is true: peer pressure sucked. Ironically I since moved to a state which is likely the dryest in the US and it got even worse. Then I moved to a state full of drunken hillbillies and it stopped COMPLETELY. People here say things like "oh you don't drink? That's cool. You're better off anyway."
So with that I close this thread with my favorite story of being a DD.
In this case I didn't set out to be a DD. It was my boss's 40th birthday party. A bunch of us were over there including my friend who I will nickname X. X really liked the wine (red wine). A lot. So much that he drank 2 entire bottles himself (right out of the bottle) plus a couple of glasses. People were quite upset that he was refusing to hand keys over. Finally he gave me the keys and told me to drive him and his 3 week old car over to my place so he could crash for several hours before driving himself home. So while driving him home, we are on the interstate going about 70 mph when he feels the urge to puke. So he throws the passenger car door wide open and starts hurling red wine puke everywhere including all over the inside of his car. (None on me thank goodness.) Of course I'm busy swerving to avoid his door hitting anyone. Needless to say that was not really a good experience.
Oh, and when we got to my place he got out and horked all over the lawn for about 3 minutes, too.