That would be right.
I think there is a gene that predisposes some of us to addictions. My mother could get a bottle of booze no matter what you did to her.
That's one of the best alcoholic jokes I've heard. I typed it out becuase I really didn't know what say, but wanted to chime in. To me that joke says a lot about alcoholic insanity. The kind that drives one to keep drinking in the face of ever worsening effects. I've been there, and it's out there waiting for me if I ever take a drink again. Not today though.
For me, once I started rearranging my life around drinking, it got progessively worse right up until the point where I utterly destroyed it. Not many people wake up one day and think "this would be a good day to get sober". One thing I'm certain of is that everyone quits drinking eventually. Some people just want to do it before they die.