Alcohol. What a sticky subject, so easily taken as something bad, a reckless hobby to take part in. The more reckless part about it is quantity, and actions you forget by morning or become completely fuzzy on. Drinking is not something I personally have much experience in, but in my first major experience I saw the good and the bad. Everyone has insecurities right? and alcohol for some may be a way to get rid of them. This is when things get dangerous, add in a longing to fit in, some peer pressure and you have yourself a vomiting fest. That is exactly what I was in the middle of.
It all started with green apple Smirnoff ,about six or seven shots of that, some Jack Daniels and other things and then there was vomit in a bowl, some on the carpet, the couch, all concluding with the grass drenched in it. It all happened so quickly. Meanwhile I had three shots and half a cruiser and I was drunk or tipsy, whichever. I was incredibly happy and falling all over the place but I don't have good balance sobre. I was so astounded at the rapid nature of it all and questioned by why someone would wish this upon themselves, or be so reckless to drink so much that they become vegetables or hysterical puking machines.
I was hugging people, having very animated conversations, cleaning whilst listening to the Spice Girls (dancing along like a pro of course) and sitting next to one of my best friends while she vomited her guts out. I was confident, but not in a I'm-so-in-love-with-myself way, in a I'm-going-to-do-what-I-want-and-I-don't-give-a-shit-what-you-think way. I told a girl she was a skinny bitch and I hated her because she makes me feel like a fat ass, I don't think she got the joke in it. It was fabulous, I was like a version of myself I wish I could be sobre. At the same time, the head ache wasn't pretty and neither was the after taste.
It was such an interesting experience watching everyone literally puke their guts out, and at the same time saying things they never thought they would have said out loud, revealing insecurities tied down so deep they never thought they could surface. Alcohol, as fun as it may be by bringing people together with wonderful conversation and unexpected behaviour, can't be used to forget things we don't want to feel. Alcohol is powerful but memories return and sobre people retell the tale and all that happens then is an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and an urge to curl into a ball and die. I had a wonderful time being dizzy and speaking my mind, but the pukers have vowed never to drink again. Looking back on the eventful night it was, I feel bad for those who vomited all over themselves. It becomes so obvious why they were drinking, and it's sad that they felt they had to drink their problems away. I'm having my own personal conflict over this, I mean do the pros outweigh the cons or is drinking just like many other high school experiences extremely overrated.
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