One of the main reasons why I absolutely refuse to drink alcohol (no matter how little the percentage) is because of my dad. He's one of the main causes of some of my bottled up anger and insecurities, but alcohol is a special trigger. I was still in high school, and he had been home for awhile then after being abroad, and it was one of those nights where he came home drunk. Sure, he gave up smoking years before and nothing's wrong with drinking with friends, but I absolutely hated that he'd often come home drunk, unable to even stand up or walk properly. Anyway, I was doing homework in the room I share with my younger sister when he came in there, sat on her bed, and told me straight in the face that the reason why no one was showing romantic interest in me (my sister had previously gotten flowers from a boy) is because I'll never be good enough. I wasn't pretty enough. I wasn't smart enough. I just wasn't good enough.To this day, I don't know if he even remembers telling me that, but even so, I'll never forget the shame and disappointment that came from one of the people I thought would see me worthy in life. I think that must've woken me up, and I don't respect him that much anymore.