I'm a Social Drinker, and You Cunts Suck

So, I am a social drinker. (To a point.) I love to drink and I love to sit at a bar and meet new people. I was sitting at my favorite waterhole and I realize. I DO NOT have a problem. My problem is I like meeting new people, I like hanging out, I love chatting. I am a chatter. I was siting there, alone, because someone in my life doesn't like to drink socially, only when it's a primary fact of day, (i.e. accepted part of the day, family parties, work parties, just parties in general.) I had some time after work, and I decided to grab a bite and a cocktail; sitting there alone I chatted and enjoyed myself and I was saddened that my friend wouldn't join me at the restaurant. More so, I was disappointed that I would have to explain myself. I hate that I have to feel guilty when I go out that people know me; when I am joined by my friend people haven't a clue who they are, yet I am a social drinker and thus I am exposed as a potential drunk because people know me.
I drink socially and I am well loved, I feel because of that. I have met peopl I wouldn't have ever met, gotten to know people I wouldn;t have been able to meet, and yet my life is dimmed because I have to question myself because I am a social drinker a some of my friends aren't. Why should I feel I need to change.
Why can't we all just accept each other's differences, some like people, some don't; some like to relax with a beverage, others don't; some like to grab a drink, others don't.
I AM A SOCAIL DRINKER, SOCIALIZE OR DON'T... I WILL NEVER NOT TALK TO YOU, but please, never not talk to me. We can be friends, and we can talk to each other in friendship and in the name of socialism. (But I don't mean the dumb fuck socialists, I mean the REAL socialists, the ones who actually like to socialize, not criticize. hahaha.)

Kisses and MERYY CHRISTMAS. Of course, Happy Channukah!!!!!

~Chuck