Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all. - Woody Allen (1935 - )

It would appear that I have a psychological need to insert a break between work and home and that break requires the some intake of alcohol simply because that is what I do to relax. This according to a councillor I had the fortune to meet. The consumption levels, though over recommended limits, is not particularly worrisome. Certainly when you consider where I am coming from!

My refusal to give up on drink completely prompted a question to explain why. Of course I was careful with my response, after all, he himself may be teetotal. Simply this, I find non drinkers boring. They are the damp squids of every party or gathering. I even have a theory that most gatherings I go to now are so boring because of designated drivers! People just don't want to leave the cars at home and as soon as the first designated driver convinces his group to leave, the fun is over. At least some of them are drinkers, it is the real non-drinkers that are just blah!!!! I enjoy, at least the early part of drunken conversations. You can just about talk about anything.

I do not want to be one of them!

Over the years I have insisted that I will not be one of those poor souls who wait for their 2 weeks holiday in the sun every year to actually enjoy themselves. The rest of the year is just misery and scrimping. Save thousands, blow it in 2 weeks and hopefully remember some of the holiday is just not my idea of how life should be.

And that is why I go to the pub regularly, why I drink because I want to have some fun but wait, when was the last time I had any fun. It's been ages since I went out and had a dance, and I love dancing! Going to the pub is no longer fun, seeing the same faces doing the same old stuff, just like me!

The question is 'when did I stop having fun?'

May you find the balance.

[First published on my Talking2Myself blog on specified date]