When I started drinking I was a grad student, living alone 3,000 miles from friends and family, under lots of stress, frightened and anxious. I drank with fellow students, in bars, at parties, etc., but what I really loved was getting drunk almost every night in my lonely apartment. As in Tennessee Williams' line, I loved working up to a certain time, then sitting down, listening to music, and drinking until I "heard the click." I loved the click, when all my worries, anxieties, fears, stress, etc., would go away. And night after night, week after week, it worked every time. Until it didn't "work" anymore.
Why would anyone want other people around when you're having a serious conversation with alcohol?
Bob