Going out after the restaurant
So we leave the restaurant unscathed (no thanks to my awesome timepassing game), and we attempt to get drunk. Now I don't know what's going on, I wish I knew, I really do, but there are times when I go out and I can't get drunk. Either my mind stops me from wanting to drink more, or no matter how much I have it just doesn't have much of an effect (if any). This is quite depressing as you can imagine. You know that feeling when you walk into a room of drunks and feel totally out of place? Add to that the feeling that you could have been one of them if only for this stupid little subconscious block. I seem to go through phases when this happens, and I think I'm coming out of it. We'll see I guess, but damn.
This got me thinking. Why do we feel the need for mind altering substances (in this case alcohol)? Is this plain of reality not good enough? Frankly no it's not. If we were stupider and cared less we'd be much happier. But the world can't function like that. It's these occasions where we can lose ourselves that we should cherish, althought to be fair, that would be difficult at the time since you'd be out of your tree.
When I can't get drunk I get a little frustrated (which I would think would be unserstandable). Sometimes so frustrated that I want to fight anyone for any reason. Not that I ever do, I have too much self control for that (maybe far too much, but we'll get back to that one). It doesn't make the desire go away though. When you're in a crowded club and people are pushing past you when they could easily go around, that doesn't help me. On this night that very thing happened. And then a whole conga line followed suit. I wasn't going to move for that bunch of ill-mannered fools. If you're going to walk in a line, don't expect me to move for you. Why should I view your higher volume of people over my wish to remain standing in the spot I have chosen? Stuff them. So I planted my feet and refused to move. I let each one bounce off my shoulder, just waiting for one of them to start something....man I wish they had. I'd love to get thrown out of somewhere for fighting a conga line. Sure I'd have no chance, but it would make a great story to tell your plastic surgeon.
Now if you've read (and remembered) the older posts, you'll remember my aversion to people wearing the same Thundercats T-Shirt as I have. This...problem was not helping my condition as all of the staff in the club were wearing what looked like identical versions....but only if you saw them out of the corner of your eye. They weren't even thundercats t-shirts, but everytime they caught my eye I had to check. Damn my eyes. But it got me thinking. I wish there was a Godfather part 3 T-shirt. I'd love to beat up a guy with that unholy piece of crap represented on their chest. Come on, they're practically begging for it haha.
I'm painting a rather bad picture aren't I? Let me get a bit of turps out. You see, most of these problems were in my own head and didn't effect anyone else. The night was good in spite of the above. The highlights of course are the Monk's screams of
"OW, stop spanking my nipples" (what can I say? It made me laugh)
And then there was Mumbles' chat up line of
"Do you like jazz?" (I'm really trying not to cry with laughter still)
This got me thinking. Why do we feel the need for mind altering substances (in this case alcohol)? Is this plain of reality not good enough? Frankly no it's not. If we were stupider and cared less we'd be much happier. But the world can't function like that. It's these occasions where we can lose ourselves that we should cherish, althought to be fair, that would be difficult at the time since you'd be out of your tree.
When I can't get drunk I get a little frustrated (which I would think would be unserstandable). Sometimes so frustrated that I want to fight anyone for any reason. Not that I ever do, I have too much self control for that (maybe far too much, but we'll get back to that one). It doesn't make the desire go away though. When you're in a crowded club and people are pushing past you when they could easily go around, that doesn't help me. On this night that very thing happened. And then a whole conga line followed suit. I wasn't going to move for that bunch of ill-mannered fools. If you're going to walk in a line, don't expect me to move for you. Why should I view your higher volume of people over my wish to remain standing in the spot I have chosen? Stuff them. So I planted my feet and refused to move. I let each one bounce off my shoulder, just waiting for one of them to start something....man I wish they had. I'd love to get thrown out of somewhere for fighting a conga line. Sure I'd have no chance, but it would make a great story to tell your plastic surgeon.
Now if you've read (and remembered) the older posts, you'll remember my aversion to people wearing the same Thundercats T-Shirt as I have. This...problem was not helping my condition as all of the staff in the club were wearing what looked like identical versions....but only if you saw them out of the corner of your eye. They weren't even thundercats t-shirts, but everytime they caught my eye I had to check. Damn my eyes. But it got me thinking. I wish there was a Godfather part 3 T-shirt. I'd love to beat up a guy with that unholy piece of crap represented on their chest. Come on, they're practically begging for it haha.
I'm painting a rather bad picture aren't I? Let me get a bit of turps out. You see, most of these problems were in my own head and didn't effect anyone else. The night was good in spite of the above. The highlights of course are the Monk's screams of
"OW, stop spanking my nipples" (what can I say? It made me laugh)
And then there was Mumbles' chat up line of
"Do you like jazz?" (I'm really trying not to cry with laughter still)
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