The worst part of not drinking is anticipating events and circumstances where I would previously have drunk copiously.
The days, and moments, leading up to these events, often find me grumpy and anxious, as I wonder what I will do if I don’t drink.
Once I get in the events, though, I find, they are pretty much the same, drinking or not.
I just have to let go of the compulsion to walk around with a beer, and the fear that I won’t be liked if I’m not imbibing.
It’s not a big deal.
I’m the same anti-social misanthrope, whether I drink or not.