I mean... bad decisions that will alter your life forever can be made regardless. But yeah... the ol corn squeezins sure do make it much easier to convince yourself those horrible decisions are quite sensible thankyouverymuch and by the way aren't I handsome?
Alcoholism runs rampant through both sides of my family. I hit it hard when I was in my college years... as 20somethings with little in the way of brains are wont to do... but these days it's very occasional. I don't really have much choice... my body flat out rebels against it, now. I get waking-hungover on like 4 beers before I even have a chance to REALLY be buzzed.
Though admittedly quarantine times have upped my brown liquor consumption by concerning amounts. But these people drive me to drink. So it can't really be helped.
Yeah besides my body seemingly forming a heavy aversion to it... I just made the conscious choice to pump the brakes hard after my university days were over. Frankly it wasn't that hard, anyway. Work like a dog 6 days a week for years and have all your friends move away and you don't really feel like drinking much. Or maybe you do. I didn't. I was always more a social drinker, anyway. But I didn't want to find out how far things could go...
Besides, like you... I much prefer alternatives that are much safer and more rewarding. At least to me.
I like the happy, warm zero-problems feeling of tying a good one on. But literally everything else about the experience makes me feel like a gross, bloated, depressed piece of turd with a massive headache and a stomach that feels like it's full of angry bees. That's not fun.