I drink in the joy of being in direct sexual contact with the Muse. It's like when you're at a party, and you don't drink, and everybody else is completely bagged out of their mind, or vomiting on their shoes, and they keep trying to get YOU to drink. I don't want any. It's as if their paranoia drives them, by implication, to assume you're saying something negative about them. So they have to keep trying to make you one of their own.
Art is supposed to be harder.
Commerce should be easy. Friendships should be easy. Good marriages should be easy. Driving a car should be easy. Getting laid should be easy.