I’ve liked beer since adulthood, chiefly because I love coarse, bitter breads and beer (I tend to stay away from the blander productions mass marketed by the largest brewing companies) has always seemed like a wonderful liquid take on bread.
Food is my primary source of hedons, and my beverage consumption developed as an extension of that. I have a love affair with mead, a recurring fling with whiskey, and an occasional one night stand with liquors at large. I appreciate cocktails, but I’ve found my tastes to require seeking bartenders that are near impossible to find in smaller towns.
I do not wish to spend the money (on liquor alone) required to learn the skills required to rival them, though I will mix a few drinks on very special (Thanksgiving, etc) occasions.
I spend about 5.5% of my income on alcohol.
I never drank exclusively for the purpose of getting drunk until I joined the military, but it’s still a rare occurrence.
The sensation itself is akin to a combination of runner’s high, fatigue, and, well, being a teenager again. It usually puts me in a good mood and makes it easier for me to enjoy social interactions, and essentially dulls any input my System 2 might have on System 1.
I drink every weekend, at an average of about six bottles of beer or a bottle of wine. Once every three months or so, I will drink more. I know that the equivalent of about 11 bottles of beer begins to stress my digestive system to unpleasant levels, so that’s where I usually stop. I have gone over this limit less than a handful of times.
I know that I will not drink if the only thing available to me, was, say, Budweiser or a Cabernet. Even if I have been gifted with something like Mike’s Hard Lemonade or Redd’s cider, well, I won’t really drink anything of that sort, either.
I will not sacrifice expenditures on living expenses, books, or luxury foods for most types of alcohol. While I’m not an alcoholic, I’m probably close to it.
There is ignorance in the bottle, and in that ignorance is a kind of peace.
That, coupled, with a strong appreciation of flavor and texture from anything I ingest is probably why I consume alcohol.
It is one more pit stop in the race against Akrasia.
I appreciate the quantified measure of how much alcohol and how much you spend on it. This sounds like a topic you have invested a lot of thought into already.
I find the “dull system 2” as you described to be unproductive in trying to get to the types of interesting conversations that I try to get into. “being social” has not been enough for me since I realised that I sometimes did not like spending time with a particular social group and asked myself why that was so. I am still trying to be social to gain valuable insight into life and new information about the world around me. When I get tired of that I will probably be okay being “generally social”, but that may be a sad day for the scientist within me...
I’ve liked beer since adulthood, chiefly because I love coarse, bitter breads and beer (I tend to stay away from the blander productions mass marketed by the largest brewing companies) has always seemed like a wonderful liquid take on bread.
Food is my primary source of hedons, and my beverage consumption developed as an extension of that. I have a love affair with mead, a recurring fling with whiskey, and an occasional one night stand with liquors at large. I appreciate cocktails, but I’ve found my tastes to require seeking bartenders that are near impossible to find in smaller towns.
I do not wish to spend the money (on liquor alone) required to learn the skills required to rival them, though I will mix a few drinks on very special (Thanksgiving, etc) occasions.
I spend about 5.5% of my income on alcohol.
I never drank exclusively for the purpose of getting drunk until I joined the military, but it’s still a rare occurrence.
The sensation itself is akin to a combination of runner’s high, fatigue, and, well, being a teenager again. It usually puts me in a good mood and makes it easier for me to enjoy social interactions, and essentially dulls any input my System 2 might have on System 1.
I drink every weekend, at an average of about six bottles of beer or a bottle of wine. Once every three months or so, I will drink more. I know that the equivalent of about 11 bottles of beer begins to stress my digestive system to unpleasant levels, so that’s where I usually stop. I have gone over this limit less than a handful of times.
I know that I will not drink if the only thing available to me, was, say, Budweiser or a Cabernet. Even if I have been gifted with something like Mike’s Hard Lemonade or Redd’s cider, well, I won’t really drink anything of that sort, either.
I will not sacrifice expenditures on living expenses, books, or luxury foods for most types of alcohol. While I’m not an alcoholic, I’m probably close to it.
There is ignorance in the bottle, and in that ignorance is a kind of peace.
That, coupled, with a strong appreciation of flavor and texture from anything I ingest is probably why I consume alcohol.
It is one more pit stop in the race against Akrasia.
I appreciate the quantified measure of how much alcohol and how much you spend on it. This sounds like a topic you have invested a lot of thought into already.
I find the “dull system 2” as you described to be unproductive in trying to get to the types of interesting conversations that I try to get into. “being social” has not been enough for me since I realised that I sometimes did not like spending time with a particular social group and asked myself why that was so. I am still trying to be social to gain valuable insight into life and new information about the world around me. When I get tired of that I will probably be okay being “generally social”, but that may be a sad day for the scientist within me...