Originally Posted by
Nonsensical 
So why can't I?
I'll take a shot: Because in your case it's a completely irrational thought?
I know it would be for me. I've puked my guts out for hours on end after drinking. I've said horrible, despicable things to people I loved. I've blacked out more times than I can count. I've missed work. Lost friends. I've endangered myself and others. Did I mention all the puking? And then, one fine day I picked up my sorry, miserable self and crawled out of the pit called addiction. So I have to question why on earth a drink—any drink—would still look tasty to me after all that.
And "to me" is the key part there. I met a friend at an Irish pub last night, and watched as he enjoyed trying a couple of ales. I even smelled one of them; it had a very hoppy aroma; I could see why in his case, it could be quite tasty. But for me, it's a glass filled with misery and regret. Yuck. My unsweetened iced teas, on the other hand, were exceptional.
