By the time the entrees came, we’d reached the end of these “so what else is new” updates. I recognized that we were at a threshold — one I had been unable to cross so far without booze.
We’ve created an environment where our option is a binary drink, not drink. Non drinkers are treated with suspicion. People who use other drugs are stigmatised. Little wonder sober socialising is problematic.
I found this was more the case early on into quitting. The author’s advice of pushing through the discomfort and saying what you wish you could is perfect. It really helps ratchet up a social engagement into gear. After a while you get used to just speaking your mind, more earnestly than ever before in my case.
Keep it up and you’ll be laughing and crying in the pub’s booth just like old times, walking home tired and wobbly from oversharing. Yes you’ll even cringe at your inability to keep your big mouth closed.
