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THE SELF-CONTROL THING:
I was sort of programmed by "superhero philosophies" and stuff as part of my "core programming" as I grew up.
You know, fight for the innocent, general heroics, and (most relevant to THIS discussion) "With great power comes great responsibility."
I'm a very blessed individual both physically and mentally, and I've spent a LOT of time around drinkers, alcoholics and drunks, so I've always been really keenly aware of alcohol's effects on mental ability, inhibitions, and the insane consequences people around me have had to deal with.
Soooo, yea. I basically had some major issues with numerous people I used to hang out with, where consciously and logically I'd forgiven them, but subconsciously I hadn't, and I was aware that I had repressed, powerful grudges that I was constantly willing myself to ignore.
Frankly, I was stone sober when my former best friend informed me that he had betrayed me in just about the worst way anyone could. Had he not had the good sense to be afraid of me and therefore tell me about it via Instant Messenger, I KNOW, without the slightest doubt in my mind, that I would have genuinely murdered him in a brutal rage.
Hell, if I had a car at the time, he'd be dead.
If he had lived half a mile closer, he'd be dead.
So, my rationale with alcohol was that I simply didn't DARE impair my mind or loosen my grip on my inhibitions, because I wasn't sure that that rage wouldn't take over and I wouldn't seriously mess a number of people up.
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At one point, the girl I love got invited to a party with my friends where they were doing a lot of drinking.....and I didn't trust them with her when they were drunk. They wouldn't tell me where they were going to be until I swore I'd more than match her drink for drink (she didn't really drink AT ALL at the time, so I wasn't very worried and agreed).
So, they came up with a plan to trick me and get her to drink water from a vodka bottle.
She therefore called me and informed me of this (hence part of why I trust her absolutely), and she and I formed a plan to trick them right back. I managed to perfectly swap bottles of non-alcoholic beer for bottles of its normal alcoholic form, and had it all sealed perfectly back up.
We got away with it perfectly, and, as expected, she and I ended up wrangling rowdy drunks together for most of the night.
So, still wasn't convinced this drinking thing was a good idea.
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NOWADAYS:
Finally, the second girl I ever loved basically talked me into drinking with her. We still never really have, for some reason, but I finally agreed to it.
After like 7 years, I felt I was pretty safely beyond concerns of murderous rage.
My best friend is in Army Intelligence and was stationed in Germany for several years, and he made me swear I'd drink with him if I ever managed to make it over there and visited him.
Since I'm half-German and, as a result, pretty regularly go to Germany, I DID actually make it over there this summer and stayed with him for several days (just a month or so before he got transferred to the USA

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So I spent the first night hanging out with a bunch of Army Intelligence officers and had a couple beers when we went out to a Mexican restaurant run by people from San Antonio.
(two Texan friends meeting in Germany to eat Tex-Mex in a restaurant run by Texan XD).
The next couple days we spent the night at this one girl's house, and the last night we were there she decided that she wanted to play a drinking game with shots of vodka after her husband went to sleep.
So we did....
Eventually, we got to the point where she must have been on the verge of black out drunk, but, instead of blacking out, she started freaking out and panicking about ALL SORTS of stuff (subconscious paranoia regarding her husband cheating on her, fear that she couldn't have kids, severe depression regarding nerve damage in her arm, all of the most important people in her life(parents, uncle who adopted her, foster parents, etc) having died tragically.....), and by that point my friend was pretty damn drunk too, and wasn't doing super good about helping her out and calming her down.
I, on the other hand was just a shot or two behind them....but I was almost completely fine. I had just finally reached the point of being buzzed for the first time in my life.
Again, this experience hasn't convinced me that drinking seems like a good idea, but now I know that I apparently have an alcohol tolerance that seems to reflect my German/viking heritage and large size, so I'm really not too worried about it at all anymore.
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