When I say Im tee total not a drop, I mean it...really not a drop and every day I still miss it and every day a little part of me wants that numbness back and help me not dream when I sleep...but I dont do moderation or self control and I can be very spontaneous and volatile...its partly ADHD and partly because its the only way I know how to be.
Thats a different concept though...I choose not to drink because I know exactly what will happen...Ill enjoy it like I used to years ago when I was a very different and somewhat less wholesome character. My daughter deserves a father even if I do fail at everything else and unfortunately, I do have anger issues that are a lot harder to manage when booze is involved. Im a fairly big guy near 6 and half feet and know how to handle meself which means Im always gonna be a target fer some moron out to prove a point...if a moron doesnt find me, Ill down another litre bottle of smirnoff with several tins of red bull to give it some flavour and go looking fer a moron which is where things get complicated.
And thats why I dont drink...because when I do, I have no control over what I do. And it something that needs to be controlled ergo Im tee total...not a drop. But thats just common sense which is different from just doing stuff that many others think it just utterly stupid just fer the hell of it.
Ok another example...mountain biking which I did fer about a quarter of a century...ok not mad ye might think but herein the plot thickens. To be a little more specific, downhill biking and what moved on to extreme freeride where a serious crash would have almost certainly meant broken bones and airlifted to hospital. Not yer average sunday morning ride on the local trails sorta mountain biking, more full body armour, full face helmets and goggles and bikes that cost about 3 grand and have lots of moving parts.
So imagine taking a 35 foot sheer drop onto loose shale and slate gravel which leads to a vertical jump that yer gonna have to land on an opposing vertical ramp and run off some 50ft or so away with nothing but hard ground in between...on a mountain bike.
Stupidity or fun? Now even a rider who knows his, or her stuff can tell ye, theres real risk of serious injury if ye mess up...at best some grazes which happens about 9 times outta every 10 falls when ye practice...at worst a numbers of bones will break, some possibly will get to see daylight.
Which is the first emotion ye think of? The potential fun or the potential disaster?