As I write this, I am enjoying my very essential morning coffee. Not a day goes by without it. There must always be coffee in the house. There must always be fat-free cream in the fridge, and in case of an emergency I keep a can of condensed milk in the pantry. I have special packets for travel. Coffee starts my day and I would dread facing any morning without it.
If I had to give up my coffee, it would be a difficult change but I would likely transfer my passion to beautiful herbal teas or buy an expensive high-tech juicer and get all jazzed about carrots.
What I wouldn’t do, though, is worry “what will people think of me?”
I am closing in on two years as a non-drinker and I am starting to feel rebellious against the power that the stigma of addiction has over me.
I can’t blame society, though. I’ve perpetuated the thinking myself, I realize. I categorized non-drinkers into two types: those who can’t drink (read: had to quit) and those who won’t drink (read: fun-suckers).
It occurs to me that if I want people to insert another type – those who don’t drink (read: who cares why, we’re too busy having a great time) – I need to step up and REPRESENT!
If I am going to assume this mantle, I want some better language.
Abstainer? Yuck. I am not calling myself anything that has the word “stain” in it.
How did vegans get such a cool label? Who came up with that? Let’s put that type of thinking to work here. Let’s define ourselves by what we DO enjoy, not by what we have left behind.
Aquifers (those who prefer water)
Mockers (those who prefer mocktails)
Fabbers (those who are freaking fabulous without any booze at all, thank you very much.)
I am on the verge of a break through; ready to redefine myself completely and honestly, yet on my own terms.
I challenge you, readers. Let’s have some fun with this. How can we break the mold? FABBERS UNITE!!!
Leave your suggestions here.