I've been to a party...
Apr. 17th, 2004 03:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aumentou... and I'm more drunk than a pint of Delhi tap water...
Anyone who clicks this link: I apologise, I was drunk.
The party was... fun? Good? I remember a silly game involving limbo, and I remember drinking, and I seem to be short one bottle of Malibu, and I remember Rachel giving me whisky and sprite...
I remember other rachel saying things, but I don't remember what she said. I also remember someone said something important, but I have no idea what. Something about remembering something. That seems funny now.
I know that at work, people ask, did you have a good weekend, you say "it was alright" they say "did you get pissed" you say "yes they say "thats okay then". I would therefore conclude that this is not an abnormal thing for people in general.
Why would you want to be this drunk? Well, frankly, you wouldn't. The only reason to be this drunk is that you haven't realised that you are this drunk. The alcohol I have already drunk will probably not manifest itself for a few more hours, by which time I will be asleep and will not appreciate it. The delayed reaction between a drink and it's effects still confuses people, years later, partly because of all those films where something confusing happens, so a central character has a drink, and also partly because people are very bad at delayed reactions.
Fuck. I'm drunk. This has manifested itself in my typing a few times, but I can proofread when drunk, for the most part.
I am at the stage of drunkeness where higher thought* is mostly beyond me. An integral, even a relatively simple one, would be very difficult right now. WTF is int (1/(x squared)) ? er.... -1/x? Took about a minute. Not good.
*or at least, mathematical thought..,
I've got to the point where my internal spoken thoughts are as fast as my internal unspoken thoughts, because the latter have vanished, or are too quiet to care.
The amount of aerobic exercise required to work off this much alcohol is probably a couple of hours worth, which unfortunately will not be forthcoming.
In fact,I'm going to wake up in twelve hours and wish I had not done this. Crap. "If I could turn back time..."
So the question is, why bother? What makes this level of drunkenness so appealing? I think on possible explanation is that it lets you forget. It doesn't matter who you are, or what you know, or whether you can dance. Drunkenness like this makes you think you are that cool, and think you know it and think you can do it.
Ooooh. Bad.
This is obviously self destructive behaviour, then. I must dislike my "self" enough to poison him, hurt him, and make him fatter, just for the privelidge of forgetting who I am for a few measly hours.
I wonder what I did that I dislike me so much? I wonder what EVERYONE did that they dislike themselves so much? How can it be that a "good" state of affairs is one in which I am not in control of myself, and am relatively incapable, and am guaranteed to damage myself socially by saying stupid things? How can it be that forgetting said stupid things immediately is okay?
Maybe that's the real attraction: the freedom. When you're properly drunk, you really don't give a flying fuck what they think. Obedience to societal expectations (or perceived societal expectations) is actually the greatest bind on us. The real reason why I don't hit people as hard as possible when theyu annoy me is basically because society expects me not to. A reduction of society's control is freedom of a sort, even if it's only a temporary reduction, and not a real reduction but only down to my personal perception.
*shivers from the cold*
If you think that was clever, I had to type that "perceived" sentence twice.
Oh, and Tanurai gave me boots! Thanks Tanurai! She gave me a reason, but it's gone. Looks like short-term memory was a casualty as well. Oops.
Incidentally, if you told me something important, that I laughingly assured you I would remember, tell me again because I will not!
Thankyou, and good night.
Anyone who clicks this link: I apologise, I was drunk.
The party was... fun? Good? I remember a silly game involving limbo, and I remember drinking, and I seem to be short one bottle of Malibu, and I remember Rachel giving me whisky and sprite...
I remember other rachel saying things, but I don't remember what she said. I also remember someone said something important, but I have no idea what. Something about remembering something. That seems funny now.
I know that at work, people ask, did you have a good weekend, you say "it was alright" they say "did you get pissed" you say "yes they say "thats okay then". I would therefore conclude that this is not an abnormal thing for people in general.
Why would you want to be this drunk? Well, frankly, you wouldn't. The only reason to be this drunk is that you haven't realised that you are this drunk. The alcohol I have already drunk will probably not manifest itself for a few more hours, by which time I will be asleep and will not appreciate it. The delayed reaction between a drink and it's effects still confuses people, years later, partly because of all those films where something confusing happens, so a central character has a drink, and also partly because people are very bad at delayed reactions.
Fuck. I'm drunk. This has manifested itself in my typing a few times, but I can proofread when drunk, for the most part.
I am at the stage of drunkeness where higher thought* is mostly beyond me. An integral, even a relatively simple one, would be very difficult right now. WTF is int (1/(x squared)) ? er.... -1/x? Took about a minute. Not good.
*or at least, mathematical thought..,
I've got to the point where my internal spoken thoughts are as fast as my internal unspoken thoughts, because the latter have vanished, or are too quiet to care.
The amount of aerobic exercise required to work off this much alcohol is probably a couple of hours worth, which unfortunately will not be forthcoming.
In fact,I'm going to wake up in twelve hours and wish I had not done this. Crap. "If I could turn back time..."
So the question is, why bother? What makes this level of drunkenness so appealing? I think on possible explanation is that it lets you forget. It doesn't matter who you are, or what you know, or whether you can dance. Drunkenness like this makes you think you are that cool, and think you know it and think you can do it.
Ooooh. Bad.
This is obviously self destructive behaviour, then. I must dislike my "self" enough to poison him, hurt him, and make him fatter, just for the privelidge of forgetting who I am for a few measly hours.
I wonder what I did that I dislike me so much? I wonder what EVERYONE did that they dislike themselves so much? How can it be that a "good" state of affairs is one in which I am not in control of myself, and am relatively incapable, and am guaranteed to damage myself socially by saying stupid things? How can it be that forgetting said stupid things immediately is okay?
Maybe that's the real attraction: the freedom. When you're properly drunk, you really don't give a flying fuck what they think. Obedience to societal expectations (or perceived societal expectations) is actually the greatest bind on us. The real reason why I don't hit people as hard as possible when theyu annoy me is basically because society expects me not to. A reduction of society's control is freedom of a sort, even if it's only a temporary reduction, and not a real reduction but only down to my personal perception.
*shivers from the cold*
If you think that was clever, I had to type that "perceived" sentence twice.
Oh, and Tanurai gave me boots! Thanks Tanurai! She gave me a reason, but it's gone. Looks like short-term memory was a casualty as well. Oops.
Incidentally, if you told me something important, that I laughingly assured you I would remember, tell me again because I will not!
Thankyou, and good night.
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Date: 2004-04-17 06:57 am (UTC)On a serious note I didn't say anything to you of any importance as I rarely do particularly when drunk- it was the usual rude talk about your trousers etc, v predictable I know. Just rem you did say that I had "an enormous vocabulary" which amused me!
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Date: 2004-04-17 07:13 am (UTC)The boots were because they are too flat for me - no worries. I also have bigger ones (bigger heels at least) that you can borrow if you need - just give me a shout and I'll send them home with martin.
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Date: 2004-04-17 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-17 08:42 am (UTC)Did you never wonder how i managed it?
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Date: 2004-04-17 11:37 am (UTC)We get drunk because it increases the likelihood of a good shag.
Of course, if you are already in a relationship this is not necessary. It must be a force of habit.
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Date: 2004-04-17 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-17 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-17 05:26 pm (UTC)Seriously though... you mean the perception of the drunk person that the rules are relaxed for them is not due to the alcohol per se, but because they know that if questioned about it they can hold up their hands and say "hey, I was drunk"?
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Date: 2004-04-17 07:03 pm (UTC)Placebo effects for other drugs are also quite high (up to 50% in painkillers, for example); I'm perfectly capable of convincing people I'm on E and speed as well.
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Date: 2004-04-18 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-18 07:48 am (UTC)*muses* also, it's not always violence. If people are not in any way violent, but they walk past you and then start laughing, isn't that bad enough?
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Date: 2004-04-18 07:52 am (UTC)