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I was in a long term relationship with someone with a drinking problem. When a drunk person says something to you they fucking mean it. Their filter is weaker and, as I label it “they have the courage to say something that they were afraid to say sober.” When you figure this out everything is easier to understand.
There’s an old saying that the first thought in your head is what you’re conditioned to think, and the second is what you actually think. Kind of an ego/id thing.
Huh, mines backwards… I wonder if people with “no filter” are similar. I just take a long time to process conversations, it’s actually exhasting.
I like this better. I’m not sure if it’s 100% true - hard to know what a thought actually is, when you get super specific - but I like that it’s kinder.
Alcohol makes you feel and act different way. Your statement is not correct
True to an extent but there’s also a level of brain damage that can come with long term alcoholism (or extreme intoxication) where they lose the ability to form coherent thoughts while plastered and their drunk ramblings can be contradictory.
I regularly tell people I absolutely hate that I love them while drunk. It’s how my brain makes sure I don’t tell them to go fuck themselves… I also tell everyone i like, that I love them though…
Not every drunk/alcoholic person is the same. Bummer you had that experience though.
While drunkenness isn’t a blanket excuse for behavior, I don’t believe it’s inherently fair to say we are our true selves while drunk. Alcohol affects our reasoning, it doesn’t merely remove filters.
When I was an alcoholic, I wanted to keep my best friend from ruining his marriage by having an affair, so I tried to murder him with a gun. Pretty sure I would’ve gone about it differently had I been sober.
Gosh, that’s… a lot.
“When I was an alcoholic” I hope that the “was” in your comment means that you’re in a better place now. I also hope your best friend is still your friend and/or that he didn’t end up ruining his life (or that he was able to rebuild a half decent life from the wreckage of his mistakes)
I finally read the entirety of your comment, as I had wrongly assumed you had just quoted me the whole time (might wanna check your markup btw)
But yes, I’ve been sober for 7 years now. We maintain a loose friendship, like stereotypical men do with one another; he did not sleep with the girl, but his wife did sleep with her boss a few years after this whole kerfuffle. Is that irony?
Wow. I did many crazy things while active alcoholic, but murder was not one of them
Yeah I had some issues I guess. Though, to be fair, I also never murdered anyone.
It was about the goal, not the how.
“Ill keep you from ruining your marriage by ending your life.” Seemed pretty solid at the time.
Probably would have had better aim and saved his marriage!
She slept with her boss a couple years later. Guess you can’t win em all.
There needs to be more context to this story.
We were working together in a different state; he kept talking about this girl we worked with; we got drunk at her place- some of us (me) drunker than others; he gave me a ride back to the house we were renting and then went back to the party; I was convinced he was gonna sleep with the girl, and was infuriated he’d do that to his lovely wife and their daughter; I got my pistol and was gonna shoot him when he got home; I was too drunk to chamber a round; our other roommate was there and wrestled the gun away from me.
It’s an insane bit of logic. “In order to keep you from ruining your marriage, I’m going to kill you.”
His wife ended up sleeping with her boss a few years later, too, so. 🤷♂️
If you don’t cheat on them they cheat on you
Sorry to break it to you, but you’re gay.
Trust me, been there and it wasn’t for me.
“I can’t let you ruin your life, so I will ruin both of us for you, buddy!”
Exactly, lol. That’s noble, right?
Whoever said chivalry is dead never heard this story.
I just woke up so I can’t formulate it, but there’s some joke about chivalry having an extramarital affair in my presence.
😂 you’ll get there buddy. Let me know when it forms properly.
I think in terms of thought process, we probably have all the context available…
“You think I’m going to just let you ruin your marriage? You’re my best friend. I’ll kill you you stupid bastard.”
That’s it… That’s all the context there is…
I posted the full story in another comment, but that is the jist of it
Men, don’t settle for a best friend who won’t threaten to kill you.
Also maybe make sure there’s a second friend nearby at all times.
I don’t know man, the right kind of dirt in the right wheelbarrow? Pretty preem passing out drunk “mattress” as they’re called by civilized folks.
Also pretty sure I didn’t want to run over an orphanage and kill 37 children
How big are your feet? Holy shit.
I thought the implication of a car being involved was quite obvious
You can’t drive a car if your feet are so big they can kill several orphans!!
Use your common sense!!
Could be a big car.
Or a small American SUV
how small were the orphans?
It’s not the size of the feet that count. It’s how many orphans you kill.
Make every step count.
Thank you for this BLESSED meme my group chat will enjoy this :P
I knew I shouldn’t have drank “Lego Yoda Lite”
Allah is very angry at you!
I’m in the Navy. If you can’t do your job while drunk you can’t do your job.
I’m European. If you can still do your job just drink more!
My dad was blown away when he had to go do work at auto plants overseas in Europe (prob germany?) and the breakroom vending machines had beer in them. I guess there was a 2 beer unofficial limit. This was like 3 decades ago… So maybe it’s changed.
Looks like Russia’s taken some preventative measures
This is why I crash my car into a tree everytime I drive sober.
Definitely wanted to throw up on my shoes, just didn’t have the courage.
Definitely also want to throw up on your shoes, working up the courage now
I blame the shoes for looking so throw-up-on-able.
The one time I threw up on a guys shoes, I blamed the dubious decision to eat french toast for breakfast after drinking Jose Cuervo all night and not going to bed.
There’s just something about wheelbarrows which always gets me.
Got me, I did want to hug a toilet all night well the room was spinning.
I secretly always wanted to shit my pants while unconcious.
Better than shitting someone else’s pants.
If all drinking did was limit inhibition, but it also clouds your judgment and slows your reflexes. Some people cannot think things all the way through when intoxicated.
I tried the read the Bible when I was teenager. Lot immediately put an end to that
Wasn’t he the guy that got sneakily served wine by his daughters because they desparately wanted to sleep with him? Most believable plot ever
I actually agree with the sentiment of this post even though there are obvious exceptions. Your character doesn’t change when you’re drunk, just your inhibitions. So yeah, getting drunk reminds me I can be an asshole and probably I want to be more often than I do.
But you know what I’ve never done while even blackout drunk? I’ve never cheated on my wife. Because I don’t want to do that. I’ve had crazy hot women ask me to hook up and I was too drunk to even say, sorry I’m married. All I could get out was naww.
I’ve felt bad because I have seen devistation in the face of young women being blown off by an older dude but I was too drunk to express myself. I was also probably too drunk to be a great lover at that time, so maybe I did them a favor. But when you’re that drunk and the next morning all you can remember is destroying the ego of a skinny 25 year old, you know you didn’t imagine it.
You wanted to go camping but fucked it up because you were drunk.
No, that sounds like camping to me.
Yeah, the first mistake everyone makes when camping is deciding to go camping.
I fucking love camping but had to glamp it up for it to pass the WAF… We have a blast when we do it but it’s only a couple times a year.
when people say this you can instantly disregard any worth you may have thought they had.
It just felt comfy at that time. And I was tired… so tired.
The evening air was cool and crisp; the crickets were chirping merrily; the smell of rhododendrons was on the light, refreshing breeze. But I don’t remember any of that, honestly
