I realized something today… well, just a couple of minutes ago actually. Over at I have a Secret, everybody refers to ‘beer o’clock.’ Something about that has always just felt wrong to me… I realize that it just refers to a point in the day where you can kick back and relax and spend time with friends or family or whatever. That’s wonderful and great and all that, it’s a great sentiment, I don’t have a problem with it being a term or anything… I think it just hits me personally wrong for a couple of reasons:
1. I don’t like beer – the taste of it. I like wine and some liquors and mixed drinks, but I just don’t like beer. I occasionally give it another shot… but I still don’t like it.
2. I don’t like getting drunk (I don’t mind being tipsy, but one drink too many and I get dumped headfirst into nasty self-destructive depression.) Because of this, I don’t equate having a beer as relaxing at all.
2. I’ve lost one family member due to alcoholism. It still bugs me, more than I think I’ve ever admitted to anyone. I was thirteen or so then. I feel like I missed out on years of a relationship because of alcohol.
So, while I understand and can echo the sentiment of what’s meant by ‘beer o’clock,’ there’s always something about it that… well, not exactly hurts, but half aches somehow, in a subconscious sort of way.
Cheers to beer O’clock though. 🙂