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Do you know that drunk drivers in San Salvador can be punished by death
before a firing squad?
Anyway, when I was little, probably six
years old, my father had just returned after five years spent studying
for his doctorate from the States. At that time, he told me a story once
of how strange some American people were. One day, a few weeks after his
arrival in the superpower country (it was known as such at the time),
he was invited to a friend's party. He told me how he'd had a great time,
meeting nice new friends and learning about the different culture a bit
deeper than he could from the inside of the university's classrooms. Basically,
everybody treated him as his or her best buddy that night. My father came
home smiling - glad to know how wonderful and friendly the American people
were.
Then my Dad continued his spiel, "The following weekend, I visited
some friends I met at that party. Their attitude when they saw me again
was beyond belief. They were suddenly cold, distant and unfriendly. I
couldn't believe it. I thought we'd had so much in common. We had the
same opinions about the fate of the small world that we shared. We talked
about girls, politics and told jokes about one Jewish, one Scottish and
an Englishman. But no, my friends had completely changed. When I asked
them why, they said: "Sorry, we must've been drunk that night".
We must've been drunk that night? Is that an excuse for being nice?
In other words - sorry, we are normally just a bunch of ignorant people,
unless we are 'high'?
When I was living in the Netherlands - yes, where some drugs are actually
legal - I saw some pathetic cases. Of how some of my Dutch friends really
believe that in order to have fun and enjoy life they need to excessively
drink alcohol or use marijuana or other drugs. That was the only way for
them. Those people just can't handle the beauty of this world with their
'straight' brains.
Then I ask myself? What's the point? What's the point of being the
friend of a bunch of distorted people? People who are not really themselves?
I am neither a drug user nor an alcoholic (well yes, hello . that sounds
smart to advertise yourself, as a drug user in a national newspaper, doesn't
it?). So, maybe I can't see what those people 'see' when they're wasted.
Yes, that's the correct word - 'wasted'. But let me tell you what I 'see'
from those who are under the influence. I see fake people. I see Dr. Jekyls.
I see pathetic people who can't stand to be their real selves. I see people
who feel that they need some dope to be accepted by their circle or society
or friendship. Why?
I used to have a nice friend; he was an intelligent, funny, good-hearted
person. But yes, he did like to use alcohol and other stuff to get high
whenever he socialised with a group of people. He always managed to stay
sober when he was only with me though. That's why I came to like him.
One day he came to a get together at my house. A number of friends were
already there. When he arrived, he was already completely drunk. He laughed
a lot, but he just became somebody else - a rude person. I had to throw
him out of the house. The sad part is, he couldn't remember a thing the
following morning. He couldn't remember that he was a complete jerk in
my house the night before. So, we, the victims, were feeling hurt for
what? The person involved didn't even realise it. What a waste of such
a wonderful night.
What's the point of having friends who purposely wear wolves' fur
beneath their white fleece? Isn't it a kind of deception toward society?
Toward the rest of the world? Imagine an athlete who competes in an international
sport event. If the committee finds a trace of drugs in an athlete's body,
what'll happen then? The athlete will be disqualified, humiliated and
booed by the rest of the world. Its' the same story with what has
happened to several artists - actresses, actors or singers. Some of them
have to get high to find inspiration or simply to perform onstage. What
if they stop using drugs or alcohol? They can't produce anything! Not
even a single simple child's tune - like Ring a Ring a Rosy! What is this
then? Are they cheating? Do we feel cheated?
I am a wine lover myself; I am not a methyphobist. I am not one of
the Bill McCoys, who was a well known bootlegger, nor a teetotaller nor
am I a prohibitionist who advocates that excessive drinkers should be
punished by torture, branding, whipping, sterilisation - wait, now that's
tempting - tattooing or execution. Like what happened in the west during
the early 1800s. But as with other things we do, I think 'do things moderately'
is the key. Since using drugs is basically illegal here, so drinking
moderately is the key. Enjoy the flavour, twirl it in your mouth, but
keep your true personality!
By the way, do you know that in Saskatchewan, Canada, it's illegal
to drink alcohol while watching exotic dancers? Wish that those terrorists
did their last night's heaven-on-earth party there instead of in a Florida's
strip club.
Back to the problem, we are not only discussing bad breath and hangovers
as some of the short-term effects of alcohol use here. Not to mention
sexual impotence, liver and heart damage or memory loss. Or the more physically
challenging facts about using soft drugs or marijuana which include impaired
short-term memory (some people use this to their advantage), bloodshot
eyes (just what I need - isn't it in fashion again?), dry mouth and throat
(which will make you gulp more glasses of beer - yippee!), infertility,
paranoia and hallucinations.
We are talking about how people cheat on their society, on the world
- including on the people they say they love. Or worse, how they hurt
innocent people around them, just by using alcohol or drugs. The scary
part is - they do it on purpose.
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