a reply to:
hydeman11
SADLY,
YES, America has an epidemic drinking problem.
It used to be worse in the military when the military was TRAINING ALCOHOLICS with impunity. That's SOMEWHAT better on such scores now . . .
depending.
The media, advertisements, movies, TV etc. etc. etc. all brainwash folks into thinking that
it is cool,
sophisticated,
collegial,
warm, fuzzy, friendly,
togetherness,
belonging,
'FUN,'
exciting,
etc. etc. etc.
To drink and even to get drunk.
That's wholesale destructive . . . and deliberately so.
Alcohol is big business.
It is also big business in terms of destroying families--a major goal of the oligarchy.
IIRC, it takes 3 hours to metabolize alcohol for an average build with average genetics. That would take 24 hours to handle 8 beers more or less
legally.
8 beers in 16 hours or in 12 hours is going to result in an illegal blood alcohol level . . . at the minimum in impaired judgment and fine motor
coordination--whether one is British or not British, Native American or not Native American. For many genetic types, it will be worse.
I did not appreciate sufficiently early in my career, even--THE VERY POWERFUL
NEED TO BELONG.
Drinking with one's buddies give a moderate to very intense SENSE of BELONGING without doing any of the work of belonging and without benefiting from
any of the authentic features of true belonging.
It's a bit like having sex with a prostitute. There's the dopamine high from the orgasm . . . but both parties know there's no real love nor
intimacy involved--it's all pretend and for an agreed upon rather mercenary price.
It's also a bit like the belonging that comes from the pseudo-family constructed around gang membership. Yet, as "committed" and "there for you"
as gang members profess and sometimes act out--most sober minded realists in the gang realize that when push comes to shove--it's every man for
himself--and usually for very cheap, mercenary reasons.
The sense of belonging that comes from drinking with one's buddies is similar.
There's some jovial tones and camaraderie with lots of laughter--some of it genuine.
There's lots of back slapping and maybe some rough-housing affection or even more tender non-sexual affection. And for many men--that's priceless
because it's so forbidden for men to affirm one another affectionately unless they are drunk or "gay."
There's lots of pouring one's heart out lubricated by a drug which has put to sleep one's judgment center which would normally maintain the
personal party line that no one can be trusted with one's heart-stories and historical traumas narratives.
YET, WHEN ONE SOBERS UP, THE SENSE OF BELONGING has largely been p*ssed down the toilet with the beer remains. It was a charade. It was a Kabuki
dance. It was pretend.
Most folks can't remember what all the shared vulnerability stories were about. Most of the "commitments" to "be there for ya, bro" made when
drunk are not recalled and are most likely not very lived up to when sober.
So, even one of the BIGGEST MOTIVATIONS FOR DRINKING WITH BUDDIES--TO HAVE A SENSE OF BELONGING--SO RARE FOR MOST MEN--IT'S A HOLLOW, FRUITLESS,
SHALLOW SHAM.
Yet the propaganda goes on and on and on . . . right in keeping with the very expensive alcohol advertisements and the movies and TV shows'
propaganda that it's all hip, cool, sophisticated, fun, thrilling . . . with no negative consequences.
What a stinking pile of lies.
And perceptive, astute, NON-IN-DENIAL wise folks KNOW that.
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