Stench of Beer

Tonight, my brother came home drunk, no, I’ll correct that: he was brought home drunk. He was very drunk and the stench of beer coming from his mouth was more than enough to make my stomach churn and make me vomit myself. (For the record, it was his first time; Papa said it certainly won’t be his last.)

Drinking alcohol, to the point of drowning yourself in it, is the last thing that I would ever do in my whole life. I swear.

I love being in control. Well, at least in control of some things that I know I could. Achieving awards, good grades, passing my favorite subjects with high marks, even failing some subjects I’m growing tired of pondering about, all those things I could control; and I love the feeling of being in control of them. I love the feeling of being a puppet master. Moreover, if given the chance, I would definitely love to be in control of my feelings, not only would it result to good decision making, it would also lessen the pain I have to bear.

Going back to being drunk, why did I swear that I would never do that? Three reasons.

First, as I said I love to be in control. When you’re drunk, you lose all control, you find it hard to stand, you vomit endlessly, you talk garbage or you tell things which you are not supposed to share with anyone (which could totally mess up your life) and you do weird things which you normally would not (or never) do. Second, you become a burden to the people you live with, they have to follow after you to clean up your mess and to make it sure that you’re not putting yourself in any danger (thus, I think it’s okay to get drunk if your living alone, such that whatever happens to you will be your own fault). And lastly, the stench of beer sucks, most especially the stench of vomited beer. It totally sucks. (Sorry for the word but I don’t have any other adjective to describe the smell of beer clinging to my nose).

Anyway, moral lesson here is: please be careful not to get drunk. You could drink all the beer you want, you could drown yourself in it, but never let it take over you. You, a human being complete with a functional brain, should, moreover must, be the one controlling that smelly liquid, not you being the controlled one. Maybe, getting drunk once is forgivable, twice is tolerable, but thrice, four times, even five? That’s stupid (to the nth level). Completely unforgivable.

You can’t let that smelly liquid take over your life. If you think about it, how could you allow that liquid dictate your actions? Thoroughly a dim-witted person’s thing to do.

My brother really became a bother to our household tonight. Aside from thrashing vomit around the place, he reeks of beer. As for me, I’ll never do that. I’ll never succumb to that smelly liquid. I never will reek of the stench of beer.