Do we have a drinking problem?

Question

Me and some of my friends, we are mostly 15 or 16, seem to be going out and drinking alot lately, we normally go into town and get wasted there, or in the parks or fields around (its a pretty small town), and there are police all over the place recently because they say that binge drinkin is high at the weekend, which is wierd ecasue we are the only ones realy there. My friends at school say that i should stop going becasue it is dangerous, and they are against smoking and drinking, and my friend who goes to the girls school gets the same from her friends (she says we're drinking buddies, where we just pass drinks around and take swigs from it). The hole nites r pretty hazy, nd av been told about realy crazy stuf we did, but luckly i dont get hung over. But are our frends at schule rite? Only they realy no about it, others at scule av no idea. do we have a problem or should we just limit ourselves rather than staying outside in public places on january nights, or are we fine?

Well none of us are alcoholics or anything, we are just enjoying ourselves, i dont drink during the week, just every saturday night, but even when we are running through the highstreet at midnight shouting and avoiding police cars and looking for payphones to call 0800 numbers, we can all agree that they are some of the most fun times of our lives

Answer 1

If you are 15 and 16 and going out drinking a lot lately, that suggests that there might be a problem.

Of course, you are the only one who can decide it's a problem.

For myself, I began to notice that drinking was becoming more important than my work, my family, my friends, and that I was becoming willing to do rather dishonest and selfish things in order to continue drinking. Granted, it all started out as fun, but eventually it became a problem. I don't say that every time I got drunk I got into trouble, but certainly every time I got into trouble I had been drinking.

It's your decision. Think it over at some point when you have a hangover.

Answer 2

I just wanted to see if this type of insight could help others who are suffering?

As my feet slap down against the cold wet pavement, and my face drips rain from the storm, an unrelenting need to drink pushes me further. Exact final destination appears unknown , but it's inevitable that the evil inside will again return me to the source of my nightmare. No control, no will of my own, no power had I found that might evict this hell that had infected my body and mind. Self-identity, and all that was once me, had been buried under countless layers of drunkenness, so deep, that any calls for help were merely an echo inside my head.
This living liquid curse, cunning and without conscience, had been absorbed into a body which at one time eagerly welcomed it's unyielding influence. But now, as the onslaught of alcohol turned viciously against the world around me, it was only I being held responsible for it's drunken destruction carried out during my imprisonment.
Those intense fear ridden mornings, when I awoke to find yet another nightmare of alcohol's creation, devilishly constructed from it's own personality the night before. Whether it was the sight of dried blood crusted over both hands, or the unfamiliar surroundings of a place where I shouldn't have been, alcohol knew how to render me frozen with crippling insecurity. Too frightened to reason out a healthy answer as to what was happening to me, a deliberate terror of conscience always reached out and tightly gripped my soul. This devil, disguised and hidden behind my own recently drunken face, knew exactly where I'd run to for help. This was much more then an accident through drink. Alcohol's intent was to survive at all costs, to live and breath it's own existence using me as it's host of choice.
But, now, unaware of this developing transformation, all I wanted to do was calm the terror inside my head. There would be only one place, one exit, one chance to escape into a feeling of normality. Alcohol left nothing to chance, and as it waited patiently for me to return a bottle to my lips, I could almost hear a deep sullen laughter quicken my mobility. I desperately needed to lock myself away into the only security I knew, and to experience that precious freedom, I once again had to ingest my enslaver.
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Answer 3

Damn your dumb!! Of course you have a drinking problem. What the hell made you think that you don't have a drinking problem? How about ya'll go to AA meetings? If your getting so wasted that you can barely remeber what you did you have a drinking problem. Just because you didn't get a hang over doesn't mean squat. You keep this up you won't have a liver.

Answer 4

this is a stupid question. of course you have a problem.
for one you are underage.
for two you are underage.
third, you are UNDERAGE.

where are your parents?

how are you getting alcohol?