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Current Date: October 24, 2023
Character: Emmanuel Stanford
Race: Human
Age: 29
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
I don’t know that I can claim to be surprised that alcohol has made a comeback. I have no idea when it did, or how long it has been back, but what I do know is that I’ve been hearing more people talking about it. I know that it was never prohibited, but I also know—at least, I assume—that there never was any alcohol in the bunker, and somehow, I can’t imagine that any honestly survived.
I do know, from some old research that I read from crap in my parents’ things, that a higher percentage of alcohol meant that their freezing point was much lower, but considering how bitterly cold the world went out there; I do believe that any booze that might have been in homes got the freezing treatment when we went white.
Not that fermenting things is hard, I once forgot that I had grape juice in my room and, yeah, when I found it again, it had fermented and if I hadn’t been such a scaredy cat where my health is concerned, I might have tried it. So, I suppose that I can’t claim to be surprised that people are making their own booze now.
In a way, I think that what I want to believe is that most people will know what moderation means. Most people. Some others will always do what they like, as far as these things are concerned, and there will be no helping that. The vast majority of the population might have perished with the snow—as far as we’ve been told and according to the rare remaining satellite—but it’s clear that certain personality traits are still present in what is left of said population.
Have I seen people stumbling around drunk yet? Nope. I’m grateful for that. I don’t want to see it either; I’m pretty sure I might get to see it at some point but until then, I’ll just do what I usually do and that’s just live my life day by day and be ever grateful that I’ve lived this long. I know I wouldn’t have made it this far without Romeo, but I try not to remind him of that much too often, his ego’s big enough as it is. I need him to still fit in through the doorways. As it so happens, I do love him just the way he is, ego and grumpy protectiveness included. I wouldn’t change him for the world.
That’s one of those things I’ve never understood in couples. Not that I ever really spoke to many before he stepped into my life, but I’ve heard it often enough when one of the two in the relationship is talking about ‘fixing’ their partners, or ‘changing’ them because they know they can do it, and once they do that, their partner will be perfect just the way they are.
What’s the point of that? If you have to change the person you’re seeing, then you’re not in love with them as they are, and you can’t accept them that way. I’m not saying that to people who were in relationships with violent or, you know, drunk people. I’m more thinking about people who seemed to believe that their partners had little flaws that needed to be changed.
Though yeah, I’ve heard of people dating drunk or violent people who thought they would be able to change that behaviour in others. It’s something that I can’t wrap my mind around. I don’t know that I’d be able to date someone who had a tendency towards either of these things. I’d been too terrified out of my wits on the one front, and I’d been wary of what their drunken behaviour would bring forth, on the other front.
Then again, my dating history is very short and there’s never been anyone in my life other than Romeo, so I guess I’m not the best person to really try to figure these things out. I know that I’ve mentioned my thoughts to Romeo before, mostly because it was what was on my mind and, well it’s just one of these things. That’s like those out there who were with people who were more focused on their work than anything else. At least before the snow.
My parents were certainly that way; I saw so little of them that you’d think I might not have had parents. You’d have been almost right if their pharmaceutical products hadn’t been so well known. Not that any of it matters anyway. I never wanted to follow in their footsteps and I’m pretty sure I would have run away from that life if the snow hadn’t done the job of saving me from that, in the end.