I wouldn’t. When I started drinking, it was because of peer pressure. I hated the taste. Didn’t like the fuzzy way it made me feel, like I was not in control. Even on just a buzz, I said and did stupid **** that I always regretted. It took me a long time to develop into an alcoholic. Not really until my forties. At that point, I was drinking more to escape. No matter what the alcohol quantity was, even small, it made me feel spiritually empty.
Of course, I say all this now after having become an alcoholic and being in recovery with time to reflect. So I don’t know if any of us in this situation could have an objective perspective.