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Having once (and only once) experienced an alcohol-induced blackout (it was weeks before I could remember the behavior my friends thought was so entertaining), I feel qualified to respond to some of the questins regarding alcohol consumption. Besides, I’ve invested years of research on the subject (difficult, I know, but someone has to make these sacrifices in the name of science :D).
Americans use “drunk” to describe every sensation attributable to alcohol consumption, from “I can feel the effects – barely” to “who left the door open? The elephants are getting through the screen door again!” This leads to a great deal of confusion.
Someone who posts an “I’m drunk while I’m typing this” is boasting about their incredible tolerance for alcohol, in the mistaken belief that this is a good thing. Either that or they have no idea what an unpleasant experience they’ve missed by stopping before they get commode-clutchingly sick.
I’ve always gotten the impression that the declaration that “I’m drunk while I’m doing this” ranks right up there with “I have a penis” on the witty-and-intelligent-remark scale. If you were really drunk, yod aspell aabpout like thiss and you’d be as coherent as my dog, Buster (vocabulary: “woof!”, “Whuff!”, and some sound he makes by clapping his jaws shut repeatedly). You don’t need to tell us you’re drunk. If you were really drunk, we’d notice.
Sure, drinking can help you relax and feel a bit less uncomfortable in a social situation, but it isn’t the source of your fun.
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As far as what’s the attraction, alcohol is a central nervous system depressant. In moderation, there are some supposed health benefits. In excess, however, there are both short-term and long-term health concerns.
Used in moderation, the right glass of alcoholic beverage is good with a meal, gives you something to do with your hands while engaging in conversation with relative strangers, and the reduced inhibition can allow you to unselfconsciously get out on the dance floor and not worry that you have in excess of three left feet. In moderate amounts, you don’t lose self-control. Rather, you lose some resistance to having a good time. Besides, if you have the right beverage, it tastes good.
Of course, if you slam it down like gatorade on a hot day, swilling until you’re falling down and looking for some place to pass out or hurl, you are overdoing things a bit. If you frequently find yourself in that condition, you have a problem.
As far as “I was drunk” being used as an excuse for rude, obnoxious, immoral, illegal, or plain, old stupid behavior that the drinker would otherwise not engage in, remember this: You were sober before you started drinking. You knew before you started drinking that some uninhibited behavior might result if you overindulge. If you do not decide not to overindulge before drinking (or are unable to help yourself once drinking has commenced) you are still responsible for your behavior.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go pour myself some brandy.
Hmmm… I must’ve left the soapbox on after all.
~~Baloo