I’ve only been drunk once and I can’t remember a lot of it. I had a brown out on New Years a year ago. I was all over a buddy of mine, telling him he had smooth skin, and I was all over my girlfriend at the time, telling her I didn’t appreciate her enough.
So I’m a happy drunk. That’s good, right?
That was my first time drinking evar and I way overdid it. Lots of vomit (didn’t have a hangover or anything though). Now, ever since then, a single shot is enough to make me throw up. It’s like my brain is protecting my body from a repeat of last time. Has something like this ever happened to anyone? It seems weird.
I don’t think people really understand what disinhibition means with regard to alcohol. Some of the things we do under the influence are pre-existing ideas that are normally checked by the inhibition of sobriety, but a lot of these ideas purely originate under the unfluence.
For If you are wily enough to get 8 tequila shots into me, apparently you will see me take off my pants and challenge bystanders to a wrestling match, claiming “nobody can take down the SpiderMonkey”. Rest assured that in my sober life I am not constantly fighting off an urge to do this. It’s just that alcohol activates the part of the brain responsible for launching idiotic ideas and simultaneously deactivates the part responsible for shooting them down before they enter the airspace of reality.
I don’t think alcohol lowers my inhibitions. Sure, when I was blind drunk I got married, joined the Socialist Party, and stabbed myself in the leg (not all on the same night, however.)
This is proof it doesn’t lower my inhibitions–it makes me batshit crazy.
It may sound strange, but alcohol drastically improves my skill with foreign languages. While on vacation in Rome, the more wine I had at dinner, the better I got at speaking with the waiters in Italian. At a party once, I got into a long discussion about America’s foreign policy with a Mexican exchange student. It wasn’t until the next morning that I was impressed with myself for having the entire spirited conversation in Spanish.
So, yes, I think alcohol lowers my inhibitions, but instead of making me loud, amorous, or angry, it just makes me less self-conscious about speaking in another language.
I don’t buy this. If you are wanting to have sex, tell your partner and then drink in order to make it easier (or more fun, or whatever), then you still consented while you were sober, and so it still counts.
Note: In no way am I saying that, just because a woman is drunk and horny, means she consented to sex. The consent had to have been there BEFORE she got drunk.
Are you sure about this? Or was it that you became less concerned about whether or not you were stating everything correctly, so the communication became more fluid and comfortable, if not more correct?
Right, I’m wondering if it’s this, or if your Italian actually gets better.
Edit: I guess by “skill” you could mean ability to communicate effectively, in which case being more comfortable with what you’re saying could very well mean increased skill. Ignore me, I speak before thinking. Scusa.
I don’t really get lowered inhibitions when drunk either. Maybe a little bit… I laugh more, I’m flirtier, and I might say more brutally honest/rude things. But I’ve never done anything I wouldn’t do when sober or that I regret. I’ve never gotten naked (or taken off any clothes at all), I’ve never had a drunken sexual encounter with someone I wasn’t dating (not even kissing), I’ve never had a drunk fight, and I’ve never done anything truly weird or crazy.
The phase where I was very intoxicated on a regular basis was just 2 years long. I am naturally a boring, inhibited, cautious person who never does anything risky and puts a lot of thought into everything. That includes my behavior when drunk - when I finally started drinking, I was so nervous I would be unable to control myself like so many people I knew, that I was very careful not to do anything I wouldn’t usually. I was doing some really heavy drinking, heavy for the mid-size men I insisted on doing shots with, much less a very small girl. I blacked out a couple times, luckily in a safe place with people I trusted, and according to them I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary then either.
My boyfriend once performed an experiment on a friend of his who was an obnoxious drunk, plying him with fake beer - the guy acted just as drunken and obnoxious without a drop of alcohol. I think a lot of individual reaction to intoxication has a mental componant.
Booze lowers my inhibitions to a point. I stop being nervous around large groups of people and can enjoy myself, but that also means I can run my big fat mouth off like I normally do. My volume knob tends to drift towards 11, but I try to keep a handle on that.
I still have not drunk enough to be able to karaoke. I want to… but can’t. I would have so drunk I’d have to be propped up on stage with a dolly.
I love the “I love you, MAN!!” stage of drunkenness.
Many Fests are nonalcoholic events. That’s not to say that there’s no skinny dipping, girl on girl action, or hot tubbing, just that there’s often no alcohol involved.
Back To The OP
I have very few inhibitions and little common sense to begin with. That tiny part of my brain is constantly working overtime telling me not to do things.
On one occasion, I downed a whole bottle of either Harvey’s Bristol Cream or Bailey’s Irish Cream and-
Grabbed, without invitation or warning, a man’s nipple ring through his t-shirt
Again without invitation or warning, spontaneously cuddled with various strangers
and generally behaved like an idiot. This was all without drinking enough alcohol to have a hangover the next morning.
I also find that I tend, when drunk, to say things that hurt my friends.
I either need to stop drinking or deactivate my Facebook account, because I’m getting really tired of waking up the next morning thinking “oh god, I shouldn’t have said that…”