I’ve been reading through this book titled “Sober Living For The Revolution…” and this section taken from a pamphlet that an anarchist, and straight edge activist, Nick Riotfag wrote really caught my attention because it’s an extremely interesting opinion and take on society’s views of intoxication and the act of getting intoxicated as a form of maturing/adulthood:
“Seriously, one of the reasons why living in a community that drinks constantly bugs me is that it makes conversation so damn boring! I can hardly ever hang out in a large group without conversation turning for a substantial period of time to drinking, getting fucked up, what so and so did when they were fucked up, how fucked up so and so’s going to get, blah blah blah. Who fucking cares? Are people really so boring most of the time that they don’t merit conversation without corporate-induced altered consciousness? Can we really not think of anything more interesting to talk about than our self-destructiveness? What about our dreams, our passions, our crazy ideas and schemes, our hopes and fears? I hate going to parties where intoxication numbs individuality into mush, so that I can have the same mindless banter with 100 people but not a conversation of any substance with a single person. Am I anti-social for staying home with one good friend or a book when that’s the alternative?”
I think it sums up...alcohol pretty well....completely...