I'm a happy drunk. The more alcohol I get in me, the less of a shit I give about anything; I normally find everything funny in some way, but I'm stupidly self-conscious. Several drinks later, and I laugh at anything and tell awful jokes. That or I just recline, drink, and make prescient comments.
I seem the same way. However, give me some good music and I'll nearly go into a trance and enjoy it. Toss in getting high with that, and I'm in a state of euphoria to the point of having my brain go on overdrive, minus all the stress involved.
Like my first time drinking, I experimented, and tested the limits. If I'm not mistaken, provided I have a task in mind, my brain is operating at least 10x quicker than normal; toss in my ability to over-imagine, and I can either come up with some truly bizarre stuff, read the entire library called my brain in an afternoon, or have a truly obscure and random topic come to mind and come up with enough information about it to fill a book. Of course, I enjoy the feeling so much, and also considering my awareness of just how lazy I am, I just don't bother remembering all the details.
In a sense, I think I understand the stereotype of hippie personalities. I think the best way to describe that feeling is, imagine you still exist, but your body didn't, yet you can still move around and the body you control is on auto-pilot. Your soul is the element of free will itself. Or another way to describe the feeling is having an out of body experience, but being to lazy too leave the body.
Back to topic on the drinking front, if anything, I find myself more of a social drunk; or at least, I give less a crap about how people view me and such and just go about my business how I see myself, instead of how I want others to see me (or more like what I know that I assume they see me as.). Fortunately, not much changes about me. The only reason my awareness sky-rockets the more drunk I get is more due to having to be "The Responsible One" and have to be the one that's still awake and able to drive. I guess the better way to describe that is "Designated Drunk Driver". Simply put, learning to drive as well as you do sober when you're drunk takes some hardcore training. Side-effect of it, you'll need harder stuff to enjoy the buzz. I think the hardest hit it took for me to feel enjoyable had to be at least 2 Jagers minimum.
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Following Solifuge's example below:
Normal (seemingly miserable) me -> Normal Me -> Little more willing to listen/hold a conversation -> 2x awareness and predicting/reading the music playing in the air -> The Old Guy feeling (The good kind) -> Noise and color everywhere/reduced sight (4x more aware of surroundings to compensate; can't trust myself to drive) -> .5x awareness/minimize movement to enjoy what's left before the inevitable, but necessary purge (The Bad "Old Guy" feeling) -> I can feel the world spin and orbit. -> Stupor -> Near-death -> Marinated Soylent Green
You'd be surprised how much it would actually take to knock me down. 1 Jager alone qualifies my definition of a "Silver Bullet" (AKA- A drink that can knock out just about anyone under the moonlight.), I can take several. Hell, a past co-worker even regarded me a definitive badass when I downed the equivalent of 2-4 Jagers (or maybe a large Jager-bomb) in a single gulp, and continued to walk and talk unencumbered.
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