Sometimes, I feel guilty because I just am not a social drinker. And I mean that in the broadest sense of the terms. I don't drink coffee, I am exceedingly picky about beer, and soda is a rare treat for me. Mostly, I just drink water. However, our society seems highly structured around going out somewhere, or going to someone's house, to sit around and chat while drinking something. It seems so adult to me.
I wonder what this need comes from? Why can't we just sit around and talk? Perhaps it's the comfort we get from having something to do with our hands. You can twirl a straw, peel the beer bottle label, slide the glass around; anything, really. Drinks are also a really easy way to avert eye contact, since it's reasonable that you may need to tilt your head or occasionally look down at your drink.
I also see how it is nice to get out somewhere. Especially in Minnesota, where it's difficult to sit around outdoors for several months of the year, it is nice to have a place to go to. That way, no one has to clean their living room or stock a full fridge worth of beverages, and everyone gets their choice of drinks.
However, this whole meeting for drinks thing just doesn't appeal to me. Like I said above, I don't do coffee. I can order tea when we go out, but every coffee place makes the tea way too hot which means that I spend a half hour just stirring to get the tea cold enough to drink. Going to bars means often means lots of money spent on drinks and sometimes too much background noise to even talk decently. Call me crazy, but I just don't care. No, wait: I do care. Otherwise, I wouldn't feel guilty. But I just don't usually want to go out.
However, I think back to my teenage years when I did lots of social "drinking" (non-alcoholic, of course). We were all poor. We had no choice but to gather around a kitchen table or hang out in the living room; something like the coffee shop was a rare treat (and, even then, not my thing -- I'd rather spend my treat money at the bookstore). I remember several nights spent drinking pitcher after pitcher with one good friend as we carried philosophical conversations into the night. I didn't find the drink and chat so difficult back then.
What's changed as I've aged? Is it merely the venue that is difficult for me? Or am I encountering the growing pains of trying to establish adult friendships when we no longer go to the same school and have plenty of fodder for conversation? Or is it perhaps time I cultivate a little less pickiness about my beer and a more relaxed attitude?
In any case, this is a challenge I'll continue to work on. I certainly do love hanging out, and I'm working hard to cultivate friendships in Minnesota. Being an adult can be hard some days.
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