missb: my opinion is this - i believe you yourself see your drinking as a problem. drinking for the purpose of getting drunk is not a good thing. But worse is drinking to the point of blackout. That's kind of scary. And when you start doing things that are humiliating later, yeah, I think I might re-evaluate.
Have you tried putting limits on your drinking? Like if you go out with your friends maybe every other drink have a soda or water? There are lots of ways to cut back. And if you have a problem cutting back, I think you'll have your answer.
Re: driving drunk? You must have tree's and guardrails and other cars in Indonesia? It's dangerous whether it's written up or not. Just because there are no statistics doesn't mean it's not dangerous...
When I was your age, I often drank too much. My husband, before he was my husband, told me once that i was an ugly drunk. Here I thought it was funny and i was having a good time, but from his perspective i looked a fool. That was the day I stopped getting drunk as a pasttime.
Missb.....i dont want to scare you, or maybe yes.
i have a very hard time telling you what i am going to tell you.
Its a wound in my flesh. Still fresh.
My sister (who passed away one month ago) was talking exactly like you. She was justifying her behavior just like you. She did it for so many years.
She has been found (just like you) passed out in so many different places: on a bench in the street, on the floor at some friends house, on the couch at some party. In some bed...
Missb, she was an alcoholic. She denied being so until the last day of her consciuos life. She died of pancreatic cancer but when the doctor visited her he told her "Even if you had stop drinking 10 years ago it would have been already late". She was drinking since she was barely out of high school. Very young, like you.
We watched her coming back home barely standing up, we watched her hiding bottles in her purse, describing her falling or her accidents like they were funny episodes without importance (just like you do), we listened to her blubbering nonsense during our dinners, she with her red eyes and trembling hands. She would say she was simply cold. She would say she was having a flu or some allergy.. She would say she was drinking just with her meals. She would constantly lie. Especially to herself (like you are doing).
Missb, i see so many of her lies in your words.
She admitted to know the was having a hard time with drinking sometimes but she always declared, like you, that she knew how to stop, when to stop. Lies. Only lies.
She didnt know it. After a while she wasnt able anymore to stop. We tried to convince her to seek professional help. When the years of "happy-cool-get together-friendly-socially drinking" turned in dark solitary wasting herself and no one, no one had been able to reach her anymore behind that thick wall of lies and deceiving habit she kept building around her. Missb, listen to me. Its not fun, its no cool, its nothing. Its simply your soul screaming for attention, love, attention, love....
Stop before its too late. The line to cross is so thin you wouldnt even notice you had crossed it, just like my sister....you are bright, strong, creative, just like her.....it hurst me reading your words..
You are simply lying to yourself when you say you are still deciding if you are ot not an alcoholist....like youare talking about which shoes to wear tonight.....red or black..
Wake up, honey...listen careful: there is a point (which maybe you are already very close ) when YOU doesnt matter anymore, YOU doesnt control anymore your choices. Its the alcohol that controls you. Dont fool youself....
Please, if you have any question, just ask....{{{hugs}}}