I tried drinking at 17, didn’t like it. It tasted like gasoline, it had almost no effect on me, and my friends were acting like morons. I never drank again. I’m 66 now.
I wasn’t militant. Sometimes I’d hide it with a bottle of Martinelli’s. I didn’t proselytize. My friends drink moderately. There’s no alcoholism in my family so it was unfamiliar.
A few years ago a friend I’d known fifteen years but not seen in ten (I moved to Vietnam in 2010) came to visit. He’d gotten very fat and I soon learned he’d become an alcoholic. A nasty one. Things blew up.
Now knowing the signs I soon learned that several of my coworkers were late-stage alcoholics. I’ve changed my mind about the stuff and frankly I fail to see the humor. That stuff destroys lives. And I want NOTHING to do with anyone who can’t socialize without drinking.