Hi folks. In my last post I said ask me anything. One should
always be careful of what they ask for, right? Okay, today’s post is dedicated
mainly to responding to one reader’s question. Here’s the question in his own
words.
Dear
Ms MacLeod,
In your post on
Wednesday, April 17, 2013, you solicited questions from readers. I have a
question, but don't want to sound disrespectful or disparaging. I'm just
going to ask and hope you realize that there is no disrespect intended:
In Fortunate Fire, the reference is most blatant, but it occurs here and
there in the St John's series, too. Most concisely, the reference is
"alcohol is a depressant, why would you want to be depressed?"
The sentence
"alcohol is a depressant" has veracity only if the word
"depressant" is used in the pharmaceutical sense meaning sedatives,
tranquilizers, anxiolytics and other substances that induce sleep, relieve
stress and allay anxiety. Medically they "depress" (meaning
slow down) the central nervous system and one of the results is relaxation
of muscles.
The sentence "why
would you want to be depressed" makes sense only if the word
"depressed" is used in the psychological meaning of sad, despondent,
desolate, melancholy, desperate, gloomy, unhappy, etc.
Using the same word
with two different meanings is called the fallacy of equivocation.
How is it that none of
those people addressed ever respond with "I don't want to be depressed,
and that's why I'm taking a depressant."? This is a similarly
equivocal statement which creates a word play with the two different meanings
based on recognition that relaxation and stress-relief is one of the best
possible treatments for psychological depression.
Historically alcohol
has been long recognized to be a happy-making "depressant". (As
opposed to "depressed-making"). Alcohol is called
"spirits" because it has historically been recognized to make people
happy, ie, "lift their spirits". Euripides says, "Wine
is the happy antidote for sorrow." The Bible says, in Judges
9:13, "Wine cheereth God and man".
Psalms 104:15, Wine
that maketh glad the heart of man.
Homer: Wine can...make
the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
Ovid: When there is
plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
Plato: [Wine is] a
remedy for the morseness of old age.
Seneca: Wine is a
perfect cure for heaviness and sorrow.
Aristophanes: When men
drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and
help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet
my mind and say something clever."
John Milton: Wine, one
sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight beyond the bliss of
dreams. Be wise and taste.
George Saintsbury: It
is the unbroken testimony of history that alcoholic liquors have been used by
the strongest, wisest, handsomest, and in every way best races of all time. (Notes on a Cellar-Book)
And most interestingly,
Thucydides: The people of the Mediterranean began to emerge from barbarism when
they learnt to cultivate the olive and the vine.
Happy!
Think happy!
Okay, this man is a friend,
and I get the sense here he is playing the devil’s advocate. Sorry, but alcohol
is a depressant, period. You cannot separate the two. For every happy drinker I
can two who are not. I began a torrid affair with alcohol at a young age and
the break up wasn’t pretty.
In my personal experience I
have held young girls in my arms after they were raped by drunken relatives, I
have bandaged children after they were beaten by drunken parents, I have
carried broken women from alleyways behind bars, and worse by far was to hold
the hand of a parent whose child was killed by a drunk driver.
I have been attacked at a
party by a friend who drank too much and I will not repeat the threats uttered
by the man who had his hands around my throat. I have seen lifelong friendships
ended by a third glass of wine and loose lips and I have held a drunken woman
back while the husband she gouged with a broken beer bottle went to hospital.
And I was still under thirty
with two small children. My father-in-law of the time was a mean drunk.
I took a hard look at my life
and realized that if I avoided alcohol and the places where it was served, life
would be very different and far more peaceful. Some of the worst and most
dangerous events of my life had alcohol at their core. I quit drinking
altogether and began to avoid those who did hoping for a better life. That has
proven true.
Having said all that, there
is alcohol in my home, although it is an extremely rare occasion that I use it.
I still like it, but I recognize the taste of my enemy on my lips. I have a sip
from time to time to remind myself of the danger and how easily I could become addicted
again. I’m over thirty years sober and it is a lifestyle I do recommend.
So there you have it; the
story behind my dislike of drinking. Gordon pointed out the good side of a
drink or two, but I have seen the dark side; it still scares me.
Okay, now to my ROW80
confessions. I’ve barely managed to write 2K words this week due to other madness
going on around me. (Sorry, I had a list of excuses, but the dogs ate it.) I
did read and comment on a few blogs though; that should count. hee hee hee.
Ah well, this is the start of
a new week. Yep, I’m still up for it, ask me anything. I do love to hear from
you. J
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