Liquor & coffee

Coffee or Alcohol?

Alcohol is the inhibitor par excellence.

So says a contemporary song; “To ask for forgiveness, I have to be drunk, because sober I can't”. I don't want to generalize my reality, but it is a phrase that seems to be written with me in mind.

I am introverted, of few words, since the pandemic I have social anxiety, I think of conspiracies against me, and how can that be possible, if I am a nice person in the most literal sense, I mean, in Latin American culture, they use the term nice to refer to someone with a remarkable education and ease for interpersonal relationships, but it is not so, nice is a person who makes himself loved, like me, I walk as I want and look as I want because I am a cool guy, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Well, alcohol.

In my adolescence, I had a lot of eagerness to fit in, yes, I am talking about those intense years of high school, there was a group of excluded, misbehaved and singled out, I was not part of them because I was, rather, I am... an excellent student and, in addition, class delegate, I do not want to brag, but I do not want to cover the sun with a finger, with the truth I do not offend or fear, because the truth makes me free, the truth is that this group of rebels without cause, trafficked alcohol inside the school...

One day I listened to the little devil on my left shoulder and with adrenaline at its highest level, I took the first gulp of old liquor to my mouth playing “truth or dare”, a part of it spilled on my shirt and to make a long story short, I ended up in the punishment room marked as an alcoholic and corruption, they called my parents, everything was a drama.

A lot of restrictions, my mother almost put me in an ankle shackle, burned my Marilyn Manson records, it was all for nothing.

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An idea was going around in my head, I didn't like that taste, it's strange, everyone is caught up in the consumption, they feel great being part of this, could it be that I was tricked? Maybe I took isopropyl alcohol from the chemistry lab.

At that point my interest died, I didn't drink again until I came of age.

In the university years, coffee appeared in my life, a substance commonly used to keep me awake in the early morning and to finish the pile of pending tasks accumulated for the following morning...

Coffee is like more intellectual, isn't it, the image of an owl on Olympus comes to my mind, serene, wise, profound?

When I go to YouTube and a podcast episode appears in the recommendations that lasts almost two hours and a big cup of coffee appears on the cover, I know it will be a passionate, honest, liberating, nourishing dialogue and I'm rarely wrong.

I tip the scales towards coffee, because I'm a sweet tasting person, and liquor is more of an effect than taste stimulation, I think.

I remember that time I had one drink too many and ended up kissing a stranger, it was pleasant, I wanted to repeat it, but the protagonist of the first time was no longer a stranger, so I looked for someone else, but it was not the same, and the following experiences were not something special either, so I left the liquor for those occasions when, in the middle of the party, I need attention and I want to make a monologue or a viral dance.

I'm Team Coffee.