It's a Saturday night

Does everyone drink? It's getting increasingly frustrating to see people live their lives thoughtlessly. A week ago, Jed my roommate, and I held sleep in disregard till the wee hours of the morning because we were "taking care" of a drunk freshman who stumbled through our open door with the frothy words, "Can I use your bathroom man?" (pronounced men). I sat with him in a single seat (and no, it wasn't that awkward; he was drunk man (pronounced men)) and I asked him if he wanted me to just pray randomly for him. Random? Sure!! I don't deny it!! I questioned my rationale in asking a very drunk person a serious question; and yes, I wondered if I was taking advantage of his situation. But I did it, and it was the right thing to do! This kid starts rambling about how much he loves Jesus. Confessions of a drunk man are never to be taken seriously? But they are, my friend. Nothing happens by "chance" (which is an incredibly ambiguous word). Nothing!
What is my point: does everyone drink? Do girls expect to back up on the guy they dance with? I ask these questions out of curiosity alone. Trust me, I've been through all of that stuff. The fact that a knife is devoid of crimson shadows does not make it innocent of murder. I've done all these things. And now, I'm ignorant once again, so tell me, does everyone drink?