As a struggler and functional alcoholic. I was always thinking of joining a group. Shit has fucked all my relationships. Friends. Family. And potential spouses. Including ex spouse. I was wondering if they shit would someday fuck me out of my carry conceal license someday. So never bothered. I know that environment does effect wanting to drink. Since moving out of Ny to tn. Going from 1 1.5l of wine and or vodka a day to just about once a week. Saving tons of money is good. I don’t think I drink because lonely or depressed. I don’t know why. I mostly go get a bottle when feeling good. Like full day clean the house, workout. Finish all my work en shit. Then run off to grab liquid regret. Then next two days are fucking wasted. Lazy. Move minimum type days. Not really sure what to do when that trigger feeling comes around. Like I’ll just have a couple. When I’m at a family event. Or work event I can manage. One or two. Or sometimes none. But for some reason. If there’s more to drink in the house, it’s getting drank. That’s why I never hang onto more than a bottle. I wish there was some way to train my brain “that’s enough” , but got that “drink more = more fun” deal going on for decades. I went years without drinking once. Told myself I wasn’t a drinker. Stayed away from it as much as possible. But started hanging around another drunk. Boom in the game.