I’m talking about my drinking habit and my poor liver. A hobby that turned its back on me over the years. I was never a drinker growing up. My teenhood was spent on sports and silly girls’ outings. And TV series that made no sense but instill Cinderella dreams in me. But I grew up with relatively big feet for a girl (and height) so I gave up trying be part of the norm. Perhaps that lack of normality made me a shoe addict now. Back to topic. I’ll share about my shoes next time.
I started my drinking campaign during my first job. Over the years, it progressed into a social thing. My circle of friends bond over drinks. New friends are made over pints of beer. The first beverage I’ll drink on my holidays are probably local beers. Even our roadtrip became a beer-tasting trip. At the end of regular drinking nights, someone in the group would have made a confession about his/her past. What I’ve cultivated over the years is a liver and heart that suppresses everything. I never liked having to use my brains during hangouts. I’ve grown to be more careful over my drinks and I’m proud to declare that I’ve never been drunk. But sadly, I’ve suffered tonnes of hangover and I’m never proud of them.
It was a nightmare to go from being a casual drinker to a hardcore one. I drank because there was a need to socialise with my superior and colleagues in my first job. And I’ve learnt it the hard way for nothing comes free and what happens after drinks is another story. Drinking made me fearful of others but also drew me closer to some. I’m slowly growing out of the past of drunken stupidity and hangovers, and encouraging myself to start enjoying my blanc or tiger or even qingdao beer.
I’m thankful for the kind liver in me for tolerating the unnecessary alcohol overload. I am also thankful for friends that were always there to have a drink with me after a day’s hard work. Let’s hope I’ll breakdown one day over a beer too. Ha!
In a bit to keep up with times, I create tonnes of social media accounts that end up even dustier than any white or grey elephant. Then one day, I’ll realise that I had a communications degree and I have been neglecting that writing part of me. And I’ll realise that I do have an account on worpress waiting for input.
So from today, I’ll spam this wall with all that I’m thankful for. Shall be back to post again later to keep the momentum going… or so.