I was struck for the first time last night by the full irony of me being a straight edge guy who works in a pub, providing people with alcohol. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a self-righteous asshole. At least I hope not. I was just attempting to serve someone who was completely ratarsed and it really hit me what a fool he seemed and how he was completely incapable of functioning normally. It all just seems a bit pointless. The tides of customers at last orders, desperate for one more drink to blind them to the real world of having to go home and then to work the next day. It's kinda sad. I'm not being anti-alcohol - hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it and all that. I just feel bad for a world where these peoples only release seems to be to lose themselves in toxins.
azrael_abyss:
I use to drink a lot when I was younger. I don't much at all anymore. It amazes me to look at all the people around me pissed out of their minds and it makes me wonder "was I like that?" I really hope not, but I'm sure at one point or another I was. Being married to a military man is just like working at a pub/bar. We both see the worst of people in their drunk induced happy little world, and never once when their sober do they realize their full extent of jackassery. I just wish I could carry a camera with me at all times. Don't get me wrong, I do drink from time to time, but it's normally like a drink or two. I just don't get sloshed anymore.
matt_organic:
It's really strange for me as a casual observer. I sort of see the point in going out and losing yourself a couple of nights a week or with some friends or whatever. But these are guys (mostly) who go to work, come into our pub, go home. Fuck that. It's mental.