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I’m the “guess I’m crying now” kind of drunk.
You pair great with the journey into the woods fellow. An adventure will cure what ails ya.
A journey into the woods crying? I know how the Blair Witch Project got started.
I get to have the novel experience of ✨being tired✨ whenever I get drunk
IME, you can overcome that by drinking more 👍
Yeah I get the 🌌being tired🌌 part too… but then I act like an aggressive toddler who has every right to stay up past their bedtime and it goes away pretty quick
Suddenly the music video for Korpiklaani - Man with a Plan makes a lot more sense.
i saw a t-shirt in a Mexican tourist town once that said it depends on what you drink, and it explained it like this:
Beer = I’m invincible!
Whiskey = I’m invulnerable!
Tequila = I’m invisible!I once knew a guy that got EXTREMELY stoned almost every day…until one day he went out into the dark in the woods and got lost for a whole month.
And now he doesn’t smoke pot anymore.
Edited a spelling error.
I’d watch a 12 episode miniseries about that guy.
he barely even remembers anything before sobering up and realizing he had no idea where he was.
From what anyone can tell, he was tripping out pretty hard and he just started casually walking out into the woods aimlessly.
after that incident is when he realized that his consumption of pot was a problem and he had to stop.
Oh. Oh, man. I’m not the only one…
(#4)
If the drinking goes on long enough, I will go through all of these phases.
I’m the wanderer.
Terrible story, I went to a foreign city with some friends and got black out on tequila for the first and last time. Apparently I left our motel without letting anyone know to go perform urban parkour. I somehow failed to clear a 2nd floor jump and based on the imprint in my one shoe, landed entirely with my right heel. Clean break.
My phone log showed that instead of calling anyone I was with or maybe medical assistance, I tried to call my boss 3 times before giving up entirely. I only have memory of some nurses later asking if I wanted to go to a hospital, but I denied them and slept it off. Guess I was found eventually, lol.
Then there is me, alone in the basement, surrounded by 270 empty beer cans about to open my last 30 case of Bush light.
I’ve got Bush… 👀… and Busch Light.
Do you need help, my guy?
Then there’s the “time for coke” type of drunk that turns into all three with a pinch of murdering rage
Alcohol turns me into a very morose, mellow philosopher who thinks the world is even darker and more fucked than I think when I’m sober. It also gives me the munchies.
I thought that was supposed to be weed that did that. But I’ve never smoked weed, so idk. I’ve pretty much stopped drinking.
I’m the only one that becomes very philosophical when drunk?
Angry drunks whack af
Apparently I’m surrounded by philistine alcoholics. Where my creative boozers at?
I have levels.
I start off with “I love everyone”, wanna talk.
Then comes losing my shirt, and if encouraged, I will find a table and lose more.
After that I hit the “walk in the woods” point. Or, really, “I wanna find a nice high place to sit”. Dunno why, but after a certain point, I just wanna get somewhere I can look down over a city or something. There’s something magical about it. Here’s all these twinkling lights, all these lives going about their night. Some going to work, some going out to get fucked up, some to get just fucked.
And there I am. My own twinkling light, out in the night. Small, insignificant, just the red glow of the cherry of a cigarette against the nothingness. For a brief moment, I am both a part of that grander light, and apart from it. Above us, all the lights in the sky, bringing it together.
