Alcohol tastes like depression mixed with anxiety, stress, sadness, and sprinkles of loneliness. It is difficult for me to understand how people genuinely enjoy drinking alcohol. I know many people who can spend their savings on alcohol. I don’t want to give the impression that I think drinking alcohol is totally bad, but my point is that alcohol addiction is one of the worst addictions ever. The idea of “drinking to forget your worries” is messed up. Drinking alcohol is a temporary solution- it fixes nothing. What’s the point of harming your body when you still have to face reality?
I occasionally drink alcohol, but not because I want to forget about my sorrows, but because the occasion demands it. I'm not a heavy drinker. As youths, sometimes we want to explore and try new things. I am a big explorer. I remember the first time I had an alcoholic drink. I was 17 at that time. Despite not being of legal drinking age, I just wanted to try it. After taking one bottle, my vision got blurry. I mean, this thing is not sweet. (or at least, the one I had was not sweet). All I could think about was how and why people enjoy drinking it.
I have experienced a hangover only once. It was really bad, and on that day, I vowed not to ever drink alcohol again. I broke that vow after two months, but that’s not what I want to discuss in this post. Instead; I’d like to ask; What is your worst drunken experience? How bad was the hangover afterward? What did it teach you about yourself?
First off, when it comes to drinking alcohol, I know my limits. I had never gotten drunk until that day. It was a Saturday night, one of those days when you are just happy without a reason. I was happy, and the atmosphere matched my mood. I passed the vibe to my friends and they caught on quickly. We were in a room chatting about different subjects. We jumped from childhood experiences, to football, food, and so on. Our mouths were running nonstop. We filled the room with our laughter.
Out of nowhere, someone brought up the idea of buying alcohol. No one opposed him. Usually, I don’t get swayed by peer pressure. But that day, I wanted it. Yes, I wanted to explore. 3 of my friends went out to get drinks, and after about 15 minutes, they came back with bottles of alcohol. If I had known how it would've turned out, I would have opted out at the last minute. We were all hyped and happy. Our blood was boiling. The percentage of alcohol in the drinks was 45% (per bottle). We started the drinking session by taking one shot each. We started from the shortest person to the tallest one. It was so much fun. After the first round, we increased it to two shots. We repeated it until we finished all the drinks.
The craziness began with the guy who drank the most alcohol. He started running around the compound and dancing even though there was no music. My other friends also did their craziness. One interesting thing about alcohol is that it comes with different levels of craziness. While one was dancing, another was busy blabbing, and another crashed on the floor. My head was pounding. And felt as though the world was spinning. Unlike my other friends, I didn't misbehave. Luckily, my favorite person was there with me. So all I did was just talk. I was in control of everything I said, but the next day, she told me that I said funny things (which I still don’t believe today).
I managed to walk to my room, and as soon as I opened the door, I dropped my phone on the table and jumped on the bed. I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned from one edge of the bed to another. I felt like throwing up, but I knew I'd fall if I tried to stand. The bed felt uncomfortable. It was as though something was biting me. I managed to roll from the bed to the ground. The floor was cold, and immediately my back touched the ground, I regretted my actions. Finally, after hours, I managed to sleep.
I woke up the next morning with the worst headache ever. Immediately, I rushed to the bathroom to throw up. I almost vomited my intestines. I had a class by 10 am, so I managed to rush off to school. In class, I wasn't listening. It was as if I was in another world. My head felt like it was about to explode. When I couldn't hold it anymore, I left the class. Before I got to my hostel, I threw up 2 times. Throwing up made me feel better. That day, I vowed not to ever taste alcohol ever again. I broke that vow after 2 months.
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