Drinking started off as an escape for me. I had become too wound up in my life, and there was the issue of depression. Part of the reason I drank in the beginning was because sobriety was disappointing at the time. But I found that I truly enjoy beer and different liquors, so I haven’t been able to put the drink down. However, I have changed my drinking habits, so that now I drink to enjoy what I’m drinking, not to get plastered.
In my quest for drinks I enjoy, I’ve discovered dark beers — I really like Guinness Extra Stout. But I didn’t stop there. I still love Jagermeister, but in the past year or so I’ve fallen madly in love with Chartreuse, and most recently with Absinthe, especially now that I can find some with at least a trace of wormwood in it.
My first taste of GOOD Absinthe brought with it the realization of how this drink helped so many artists and writers find their muse. The taste itself is inspirational. There is something in its flavor, its aroma, even in the texture of the drink that awakens the imagination. And, as I discovered just the other day, it silences that internal critic who questions every word put down on paper.
All artists have that critic, and those who find success or even fame have ways of dealing with the critic — even to the point of being able to silence it in some cases. I have found mine. Up to a point, alcohol silences my critic and allows me to write freely. After a certain point, the alcohol takes over of course, and I am left unable to concentrate.
