Do you have a problem with alcohol?
Most people pick up this book with that ‘do I have a problem?’ question in their mind. Some are hoping this book will allow them to conclude that they are doing nothing wrong and now conveniently have some written evidence to back up and endorse the continuation of their habit.
Others are aware that they are no longer in control and want help to stop drinking and to then stay quit. Stopping drinking, as we all know, is the easy bit. Staying off the booze permanently is the real problem.
So let’s answer that initial burning question… Do you really have a problem with alcohol?
Yes, but there is not actually anyone who drinks alcohol that doesn’t have a problem. Alcohol is in itself a problem and not a solution (as many believe it to be). Therefore if this substance is in your life ‘in any form’ you cannot help but have a problem.
As you will discover in this book, alcohol is an addictive toxin packaged into attractive bottles, marketed with billions of dollars of advertising and so deeply ingrained in popular culture that we can no longer see it for what it really is.
One thing you will quickly discover is that people get very upset when you criticize this drug, they don’t even like you referring to it as a drug!
Your alcohol-drinking friends would tell me to stop being so melodramatic. They will probably argue that many millions of people around the world manage to enjoy alcohol responsibly and it doesn’t negatively affect their lives in the slightest.
Some might go further to suggest that for some the occasional drink actually improves or enhances their life. However, this counter-argument to my opening gambit only holds water if you suspend the reality that alcohol is actually a poison created from the by-product of decaying vegetable waste.
This book is all about opening your eyes to what is going on behind the smoke and mirrors of alcohol. In truth, alcohol is a poison!
So with that fact in mind how can anyone argue that the habitual consumption of a poison is a positive thing?
This is difficult to take on board initially because we are conditioned to see alcohol, not as a poison but merely a harmless social pleasantry. So for the sake of argument, let’s replace the poison used in this argument with a different toxin, hydrogen cyanide for example. Imagine how illogical it would be to try and defend the consumption of cyanide!
Would you say that someone who only consumes cyanide infrequently was a social user or normal user of the chemical? Yet, this is exactly what we do with alcohol. Of course, your first response to this will probably be an objection to the comparison.
Many will complain that cyanide will kill you stone dead, whereas alcohol just makes you merry. It is true that neat cyanide will kill you but then so will 100% pure alcohol. Heavily diluted cyanide won’t kill you but it will make you very ill… are we really a million miles away as comparisons go?
Once you become aware that the emperor isn’t actually wearing any clothes at all, and realize that alcohol is none of the things the marketing suggests it is, only then can you start to deconstruct some of the popular language surrounding its use.
We talk of these ‘normal’ and ‘social drinkers’, the people who can consume alcohol at parties and social occasions but don’t appear to be dependent on it to remain functional.
Of course, even the most hardened alcoholic at some point was what we would describe as a ‘social drinker’; before the mousetrap of alcoholism snapped closed on them, they were considered just as normal as the next guy. The poor problem drinkers looked at them and wondered why they couldn’t drink for fun, just like them.
And so the cycle of addiction continues; social drinkers slowly become alcohol dependent problem drinkers, and instantly in the eyes of society they stop being ‘normal’ and become weak-willed, pitifully sad people who, for some reason, can’t consume an addictive toxin and stay in control of it.
Alcohol is many things, but it certainly is none of the glitzy life-enhancing things we are told by the advertising agencies or collectively endorsed lies that have been handed down from generation to generation.
We believe that booze makes a party go with a swing, and yet the next day we happily use words of destruction to describe what a great time we had.
We stare out from bloodshot eyes, with a tongue feeling like a butcher’s chopping block, and gleefully report that last night we were ‘trashed, slaughtered, mashed, hammered, destroyed, wasted’ or a hundred other different terrible adjectives that now apparently mean something good happened.
Is it time to stop the madness?
For more – check out Alcohol Lied to Me by Craig Beck