In Vino Veritas

[kiya]

Like all good satyrs, after a good drunk, we find a need to sit down and think over what this all means.

I'm a cheerful drunk; I'm a silly drunk, actually. Sometimes, when the situation truly calls for it, I'm a maudlin drunk, but mostly I get increasingly whimsical.

I joke occasionally that I do have inhibitions to lose, and I lose them through alcohol. I start to pun (sometimes bawdily, often badly). (Last night's was, "I'm listing to port, which I didn't drink any of.") I tend towards being a little repetetive, admittedly, especially in checking whether or not my head's fallen off yet (I have slightly overtense muscles all the time; the surest sign that alcohol's hit my system is whether or not I have a sudden tendency towards whole-body flaccidity). oneironaut says gtst likes it when I'm drunk, because I laugh at all gtst jokes, including the ones that gtst didn't realise were jokes before I started laughing at them. I start to type more phonetically, and tend to not correct as many of my typos, because the results are just so damned funny that way, when all the words spill out wrong in weird patterns of "Where did that come from, then?"

I become prone to tilting, wide-armed embraces of all the world, and laughter, and a great deal of simple enthusiasm. The world is a wide, strange, complicated, delightful place when I'm tipsy.

I wonder, now, in a melancholic, intense way, what it means that the inhibitions that are loosed when I drink seem to be inhibitions about finding and accepting joy and laughter. What does that say about me, huh?

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[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

I wonder, now, in a melancholic, intense way, what it means that the inhibitions that are loosed when I drink seem to be inhibitions about finding and accepting joy and laughter. What does that say about me, huh?

I don't know that it says anything; a single psychoactive drug reaction's not much of a datapoint. Alcohol in moderate doeses just makes me swear more.

Oh, and *hug*.

[linenoise.livejournal.com]

I think that it perhaps says something more about culture, that uninhibited joy is something worthy of being ashamed of. Or, in my case I know, it says something about biochemistry that joy and happiness are difficult states to attain without assistance.