Confession. I’m 26-years-old and I have never been drunk.
In fact since I was 18, I haven’t had a drop of alcohol.
Most people I meet find this fact about me fascinating. It
often always starts an intense line of questioning about why I don’t drink. Confusion about what I drink when I go out. Disbelief about the fact that I have never been drunk. Smug assumptions that I must have got terribly drunk at some point in my life and sworn off alcohol. Conclusions that it’s all an elaborate lie and I simply must be pregnant. And so on, and so on.
Oh right, you're still asking questions. Image via Giphy.
Don't even get me started on special occasions such as Christmas, birthdays and weddings when the line of intense questioning is followed by "oh come on, it's Christmas, so and so's special day or Susan's niece's dog's birthday".
The questions are predictable and although they used to drive me crazy, I have now learnt to plaster a smile on my face and answer them all politely, whilst reminding people that I can always be the designated driver. A shout out to my mum and dad for teaching me manners.
But that wasn't always the case.
For a very long time I found the questioning about my choice incredibly uncomfortable. So uncomfortable that as a teenager and even into my early twenties I used to tell people that I was allergic to alcohol just to get them off my back.