Drinking, Monkeys &c.
I was listening to the Blindboy Podcast and he mentioned a study of monkeys around resorts somewhere I can’t recall. These monkeys have gotten into the habit of stealing drinks from tourists and vacationers. Some drink far too much, others opt not to at all. What’s really interesting is that the percentage of alcholics amongst monkeys is pretty much exactly the same as within human beings. It seems that you’ve either got it or you don’t, you’re born the sort of drinker that you are and you’re gonna be.
The traditional sort of drinker we think of in media is an abuser, a rageful consumer of a hateful liquid. The proverbial drink makes a person angry.
I wonder what percentage of people it has that effect on. I wonder that this evening because I had my first drink, apart from a glass of wine at Thanksgiving, in about three months tonight. I had some scotch whiskey and it was lovely. It was lovely because it stirred in me a tenderness and love, as it always does, but this time I had a subject for that affection more perfect than ever before.
I wouldn’t say it made me feel more in love with Roby than I’ve felt, I’ve felt pretty dang in love with her, world-shakingly so, but it did open up what feels like a new corner of love. Inflating me like a balloon, getting to all the wrinkles and flat parts with an effervescent fizz.
The traditional sort of drinker we think of in media is an abuser, a rageful consumer of a hateful liquid. The proverbial drink makes a person angry.
I wonder what percentage of people it has that effect on. I wonder that this evening because I had my first drink, apart from a glass of wine at Thanksgiving, in about three months tonight. I had some scotch whiskey and it was lovely. It was lovely because it stirred in me a tenderness and love, as it always does, but this time I had a subject for that affection more perfect than ever before.
I wouldn’t say it made me feel more in love with Roby than I’ve felt, I’ve felt pretty dang in love with her, world-shakingly so, but it did open up what feels like a new corner of love. Inflating me like a balloon, getting to all the wrinkles and flat parts with an effervescent fizz.