Why You Drink, Submit, Damn You!

[GinSoakedGirl]

I drink to drown out the background fuzz of everything in the world that would make me snap otherwise i.e. to relax.
I drink because it gives me insight and allows me to think sideways. Makes me feel almost religious, ecstatically happy and thankful.
I think it tastes nice.
It has always been the provider of good time and I expect that it'll continue.
Drinking is a delicate art that deserves practise.

[Miss Conception]

-To ease the pain
-To make you seem more attractive
-To cope with my problems
-To feel all tingly
-To create a false sense of hope
-a fifth of vodka is cheaper than my heating bill

[xxx]

Because it makes me feel happier and I like to laugh alot. It sharpens an edge in me that I can get others to laugh even harder than me and I like that control and..........Well and it tastes better than coke and it is legal. I only drink Sprite anyway its perkier.

[Talunex]

I drink because I love waiting for that warm feeling that washes over me...

The one that says "Hiya Mate! How Are You Doing This Evening?"

I feel all warm and mellow... I want to just lay back and be enveloped by the chair I'm sat in...

The heavy eye lids...

The suspended animation...

The ability to conquer all simply by the power of thought...

Fuckin hell what a daft question...

I drink because I AM!

[TheAntiCrike]

I drink because I am dead inside.

I drink because when I drink I don't feel dead inside. I feel beautiful, numb, careless, and most of all free.

When I drink I don't care if He is out with other women, or if He forgets about me. I don't care that I only have $10 in my wallet. I don't care that my mother doesn't speak to me at the moment.

When I drink, I am me.

[TheOpenBottle]

I drink because the greatest attributes of mankind are hidden deep within his plush underbelly. Filling him with booze causes the attributes to grow, & spill-fourth into the world. Drinking makes you a god among men.

[MeanOldLady]

I drink because the greatest attributes of mankind are hidden deep within his plush underbelly. Filling him with booze causes the attributes to grow, & spill-fourth into the world. Drinking makes you a god among men.

you make me smile, openbottle, run away with me. and i drink because it makes me feel exactly the way i feel.... right now.

[vash_nc]

I drink because it makes me hate people less, though not by much.

[Tequilala]

-because it gives me enough attidude to scare the assholes away

[Tequilala]

attiTude...oeps

[Squane]

I drink for the same reason I eat red meat--because it's funny. And in the world of professional show business comedy, we don't do anything unless it's funny.

[Grace O'Malley]

I drink because there are Fridays when I've had a fucked week. 'Nuff said.

[whiskeyprick]

Someone recently pointed out to me what a horrible year 2004 was for them, the year of teh suck, as the intertron kids say. Then I remembered hearing the same thing about 2003 and 2002, and, of course, for most Americans 2001 was certainly a horrible year.

I realized that as you get older life seems to be filled with a great deal more misfortune than good news. There are more funerals than births, more divorces than weddings, more layoffs than promotions. In addition, while one builds towards a good event with weeks, months, or even years of planning, diligence and hard work, misery strikes suddenly and unexpectedly. So the good news builds incrementally while tragedy comes in unpredictable large doses.

Every day thousands of planes take off and land without incident, millions of school children arrive home from school safely and unaccosted, thousands of soldiers build schools, bridges and aqueducts, but seemingly every day one incident or another somewhere in the world wipes all of this happiness and success from our consciousness, replacing it with terror, death, and destruction.

Quickly, our world and our lives seem tortured and hopeless, an inexorable parade of misery and misfortune. Birthdays are no longer celebrations, but memoriams for surving the past 364 days. Weekends are simply pit stops in a macabre race to death.

For me, alcohol changes all that. Take a tipple, or twelve, and joy becomes the rule not the exception. Let loose libations on your life and opportunities seem more glorious than their potential pitfalls. Terror is replaced by fantasy, and the illusions of impending doom are exposed as the infantile incubi they are.

The world is a glorious place resplendent with miracles just waiting to fill us all with awe and wonder. Alcohol, in all its divine incarnations, waits to be our guide, to dispel the fears inflicted upon us by the unrighteous and the doubts erected by our own insecurities, and shepherd us to the achievement of all our potential. Alcohol, with a kind word here and a firm hand here, banishes the fictional shadows we use to constrain ourselves and opens up the gates to a temporal nirvana where all things are possible and everything is a joy.

I take a couple whiskeys and become a raconteur evocative of Clemens. Down a vodka or three and Nijinsky envies me. Pass that pot of rum my way and Sinatra would seduce with my serenades. Apply alcohol effectively and consistently and soon those moments of undrunkenness are mere periods of transition before returning to your real life of excellence and enjoyment.

That's why I drink.

~I 'll respond when I get thru crying for beauty.

(If this goes to print, correct par.4 word 2.)

[TheBigCasino]

It makes the dead people hanging out of smashed cars go away faster.

[whiskeyprick]

so when I listen I hear birds sing
so when I touch I feel nothing
so when I smell I dont have to
So when I feel I feel good
So when I see I dont see you