The statement carries with it a high level of improbability, but with a drink in hand I've slowly been working to achieve that mindset for the last two hours. It wasn't planned, it has no reason, no drinking buddies to keep me company, alcoholism just seems best suited for me.
My mother would disagree, saying addiction is in our genes, but she needs two whole days to recover from a single margarita, she knows nothing of addiction. My roommates wouldn't be that happy either, if they ever found out about the tremendous amount of booze I've nicked from their supply, I'd be out on the streets. But each shot I take lets me think about it less and less and the harsh whiskey vapor rising from my throat soothes my nerves, giving me the confidence to waltz into the kitchen, grab a bottle of Jack that isn't mine, open the lid and let it burn a hole through my stomach. And when work comes around and I haven't the slightest idea as to where I am, only able to function because of muscle memory and an intense desire to not lose my job and I somehow manage to avoid my boss the entire shift, then Yes, I would have to agree, one should always be drunk.