What’s Normal Drinking?

Suppose I give you an algorithm to figure out whether or not you’re a normal drinker.  I tell you to take the number of drinks you’d consume on an average Tuesday, multiply it by a rough estimate of times you’ve “had too much” and divide that by the number of drinks that would qualify as a “binge” for you; next add the number of times you’ve felt utterly disgusted with yourself the morning after.  If the square route of this number is less than 3, you’re fine – go ahead and drink!  If it’s over 3 – sorry!  You’ve got a problem.

Here’s the real test:  Did you read that whole paragraph, dude?  Did you even consider trying to estimate some of those crazy numbers?  Then, guess what?  You are sooo not normal!  Not only do normies — people with a normal relationship to alcohol — not even have numbers for most of those inputs, they don’t give a rat’s ass about how much they drink or whether they get to.

Try the whole thing again substituting “strawberries” or “croissants” for drinks and you’ll see through a normie’s eyes:  “Take the number of strawberries you’d consume on an average Tuesday…”  Who cares?  Eat ’em or don’t – it doesn’t matter!

Alcoholics love to marvel at normie behaviors like not finishing a drink or leaving half a bottle of wine in the fridge for weeks, behaviors that strike us as incomprehensible.  But getting a handle on how weird our thinking is – why we see normal as strange – is not so easy.

“The idea that somehow, someday he will control and enjoy his drinking is the great illusion of every abnormal drinker.  The persistence of this illusion is astonishing.  Many pursue it to the gates of insanity or death.”  (Big Book p. 30)

Before lasting sobriety, we keep trying and trying to find a way to drink normally.  But the effort itself precludes normalcy.  For instance, here’s a story from my Big Book study group, just after we read the above passage.  Dana – a repeat relapser who works from home – claimed to be able to control her drinking:

“The trouble is, I can control and enjoy my drinking for a long time. I’m really careful.  I’ll drive in the morning to the gas station near my house and buy just one of those little airplane bottles of Jack [Daniels].  I’ll drink it in the car and fucking enjoy the hell out of it.  Then I go home and get the kids off to school; I’m nice and not grouchy.  I’ll get set up for work, go have another little bottle, work for hours, chat with clients – I’m great. Before the kids get home, I’ll zip out and have another.  Maybe one before dinner and bed.  NEVER do I have two!  I’m just calm, smooth, efficient – doin’ my thing for weeks and weeks!  But then one day, I’ll get bombed and mess everything up.  Then I come back to AA.”

About ten of us made up the circle that day, but the room fell silent.  We all looked confused and befuddled, each lost in their own thinking. She did seem to be managing her drinking extraordinarily well!  To me it was like someone able to walk on a super-slick surface, keeping her balance and never slipping.  Dana was drinking and living a normal life as a functional working mom!  Wasn’t that what we all wished we could pull off?

A few of us asked about logistics.  Dana answered confidently.  I recall feeling a subtle mix of jealousy — Dana was able to drink! — and fear that I might decide to try something like that.  But most of all, I recall a fuzzy, confused inability to think clearly, to see something that was right on the tip of my brain’s tongue, so to speak.  I felt as though my mind were stuffed with wool.

Nora, another group leader, inquired tentatively, “How far is the gas station?”

“Five minutes,” replied Dana.

Nora’s forehead knitted. “And you make five trips a day?”

“About an hour out of my day, yeah.”

Nora spoke haltingly: “So isn’t… the alcohol controlling you, rather than… you controlling alcohol — ?”

As if awakening from a trance, we all shifted, seeing that Nora on the brink of something.

“That’s true,” said Dana.  “I never thought of it that way.  I guess I’m not really the one calling the shots!”

Suddenly I could see it – Dana’s system was madness!  She was arranging her entire life around her addiction so she could function in the world.  At that moment, everyone, including Dana, saw it. We also saw that some blindness in our relationship to alcohol had kept us from seeing it.

Brantly, our third leader, spoke up animatedly:  “This is not how normal people behave, you guys!  Arranging our whole life to maintain a buzz because we can’t do life as life?!  That is crazy. For normal people, alcohol is not the answer, so getting it’s not a question!  That’s why we need meetings, why we need the steps and god – because our brains make the insane sound totally normal!”

We were all laughing by this time, at ourselves, at ten people’s incredible alcoholic brain fart.  Brantly held up his phone: “I don’t need an app to tell me it’s been 5,057 days since my last strawberry!”

Here’s the bottom line.  If you hope desperately to find a reason you’re not an alcoholic, you’re an alcoholic.  If you point proudly to periods when you’ve drunk normally, you’re not normal.  Normal drinkers may hide from life in other ways, but not through booze, so they simply don’t care. We for whom alcohol has been a lifesaving magic carpet are incapable of not caring.  Hence the fabulously ironic saying, “If I were a normie, I’d drink every day!”

Step one is the realization, an acceptance to the marrow of our bones that no way out of this maze exists on human terms.  Our faulty minds will always, always “choose” drinking — by however contorted a logic.  We can’t not drink.  Our relief must come from a higher power.



Filed under AA, Alcoholism, Drinking, Recovery, Step 1

8 responses to “What’s Normal Drinking?

  1. Simon G

    Wonderful stuff. Thanks Louisa

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  2. Normal drinking is being able to walk away from it at any moment. To an alcoholic (like me) that is just plain sick drinking. Once I open it and drink, I have no control of the amount nor when I will stop. The big book suggests that “If, when I honestly want to, I can not quit entirely, or if, when drinking, I have little control over the amount I drink, I am probably an alcoholic.” – pg 44. This is me in a nutshell. I will never be a normal drinker. I am allergic.

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  3. Anonymous

    Yeah, I have also tried to figure out how I can normally drink. It would be so nice to raft down the lazy river and drink a beer, one of those micro brew beers. Or have a beer on a summer day after mowing the lawn. But I cannot have just one, I would need that buzz. After it all cycles through my head the conclusion is I cannot have that first beer, I gave up my choice to choose long ago. Two years sober March 24th.

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    • Congrats on your almost 2 years, Anonymous! I felt exactly as you do when I was 2 years sober, but I’d not thoroughly worked the steps.

      This may seem to contradict my flash of (insane) jealousy in the story above, but at 22 years sober the truth is, if I could choose between a beer and a soda on my river raft or after mowing – even with no consequences whatsoever – I would TOTALLY choose the soda. No question.

      I love being awake now. With a beer, the glaze over my consciousness cuts me off from the vivid world of spirit. It’s like being trapped in a bubble. On the raft, I would not hear god in the water or see it in the dapple shadows of leaves overhead. After mowing, I would not feel connected to the birds and flowers in my yard. There was a time when I cherished escape, but now I love presence with all my heart.


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  5. Anonymous

    Great to hear another translation of our ways of thinking we don’t have a problem. Maping out drinks time n where. No problem, thanks.
    It’s not about getting them,for me it was craving them 24/7. Until I asked God to just point me in the right direction, the craving give way to clarity.
    I came to believe that my higher power is the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ Our Lord and Savior. In a month or two amazing things were happening in my life n i had peace within my mind,body,n soul. Faith witnessing rthat Jesus is the Way the Truth and the Life, Amen , May God bless you all 📿👣🕊

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