Some people drink (or do drugs) for fun and entertainment. They can do large amounts and often, and yet, they end up fine because addiction doesn't happen because you have a physical need for the substance, but a mental one need, which you can't just grow out of like physical symptoms.
Others are prone to addictions and abuse substance to escape their problems. Those people could do cocaine, balloons or alcohol (or anything else really, those were just random examples). What exactly they abuse, is just personal preference. Those people can't really be helped. They will always eye with alcohol.
That's why the latter end up detoxing and getting "away from it", and then end up going back on it again even when they are physically clean. You can go cold turkey on cocaine and have a horrible few months, but even when you're physically fine, your brain keeps screaming at you to try it again. Only very, very few learn to live with that voice inside their head without ever relapsing.
So, in a nutshell, that is my take on alcohol and drugs in general. Personally, I drink and I am fine if I don't get a drink, and I never drink and feel ashamed. At most, I become hung over for a while and that's the only time I really think I shouldn't drink, other than that, I handle it quite well even when I had phases when I drank every night until I was drunk. But I did it because I was having a good time in a bar, and you drink in bars. I didn't drink with the only goal to get drunk. Subsequently, when I started travelling and didn't ahve any money on me, I didn't even feel the desire for a beer. Never even thought of it.
One of my funniest stories is still how I was drinking gin with some americans while being hosted by an italian teacher, and I didn't have a drink, not even a singular beer, for 7 months straight at the point, and the last thing I remember was opening the kitchen door and then .... blackout.
THe funny bit is that I have 2 different stories of the night, and they can't be both true, but I don't know which one is.
Sometimes, when you get blackout drunk, you start to remember slightly, when people tell you about something. Even if it's just as little as a feeling that it's true or not. You may not remember all details, but you do remember something somewhat.
For that night: NOTHING. Not a singular thing.
DId I run from the cops while my friend was smoking hash and we climbed over a wall and then I just slept in the bushes when the cops ran past us? I don't know.
Maybe I did try to hook up with the two girls in the bar, and fell over when I tried to lean on the table they were sitting at, and then was pushed in a shower later and spilled wine all over the white wall of some guy who took us all into his home when the pub closed. Do I know? No.
Either way.
Alcohol can be fun, but it's not for everyone.