I feel the real person is drunk person, not that drinking makes them do stuff. When I am drunk, no one can tell, and I will just go to sleep. I know people that will go off the rails when they get drunk, without fail.
Sleeping is the best thing to do when drunk! I have no idea how people have the energy to be asshats when drunk. I only wanted to find a bed and snuggle in.
He’d put away a quantity of alcohol that would be fatal to most elephants, the switch would flick, and he would just fuck off. No warning, no goodbyes, nothing.
He’d either get a taxi, hitchhike, walk, or fuck knows what to get the 30 miles back home. Sometimes it was with his belongings. Sometimes we’d return them to him the following day.
It was scarily impressive… once you knew he was safe!
It’s partially a matter of tolerance. I used to be the same until I started getting blackout drunk while still staying horizontal enough to keep walking and talking, and of course, drinking.
That’s when you get into the real embarrassing stories. You’ll find your rock bottom there, anyway. I did.
My feeling is the real person is in flux and is both the sober and drunk versions. Who they are when times are good and times are bad, etc. To that point, there are things people can do to ensure they’re better people more of the time.
Yeah the drunk person has less capacity to hide and regulate their emotions and thoughts. If you have to try to be good that’s you being good, but trying while drunk is harder
I feel the real person is drunk person, not that drinking makes them do stuff. When I am drunk, no one can tell, and I will just go to sleep. I know people that will go off the rails when they get drunk, without fail.
Sleeping is the best thing to do when drunk! I have no idea how people have the energy to be asshats when drunk. I only wanted to find a bed and snuggle in.
I knew a guy who had a homing beacon.
He’d put away a quantity of alcohol that would be fatal to most elephants, the switch would flick, and he would just fuck off. No warning, no goodbyes, nothing.
He’d either get a taxi, hitchhike, walk, or fuck knows what to get the 30 miles back home. Sometimes it was with his belongings. Sometimes we’d return them to him the following day.
It was scarily impressive… once you knew he was safe!
It’s partially a matter of tolerance. I used to be the same until I started getting blackout drunk while still staying horizontal enough to keep walking and talking, and of course, drinking.
That’s when you get into the real embarrassing stories. You’ll find your rock bottom there, anyway. I did.
I’m sure I’m a squishy sap when I’m drunk - the “I love you man” guy - but I’m told I just wander off and sleep also. Phew!
My feeling is the real person is in flux and is both the sober and drunk versions. Who they are when times are good and times are bad, etc. To that point, there are things people can do to ensure they’re better people more of the time.
Yeah the drunk person has less capacity to hide and regulate their emotions and thoughts. If you have to try to be good that’s you being good, but trying while drunk is harder
So Thats why I start crying when really drunk. Im just a sad excuse of a person