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Both is bad if it is a regular occurrence. But one is much worse than the other.
Mean drunks are the worst. Or just people that can’t handle their alcohol and still do it to excess.
Every drunk person is annoying if you are sober sure. But happy drunks, at worst they will tell you the same stories over and over again, not try to fight you.
Well, to an extent. Whenever my one friend and I drink he decides to try and relive his high school wrestling days with me.
I’ll win one of these days Matt you slippery son of a gun.
Huh, is there something else at work there? Does he tell you about greco roman wrestling and suggest getting scantily clad and oiling up for the wrestle? I’ve been there, not exactly, but I’m straight so it’s awkward.
Question 2: where can I find this “Matt”? To ask him these questions, of course.
spoiler: Jake is a LLM
Nah, I’m just codependent.
My ex wife was an alcoholic, and an asshole when she was drunk. I eventually learned that she is an asshole, and everything else was just a front that slipped when she had enough to drink. I someone has bad behavior when they’re drunk, it’s just the real them leaking out.
In vino, veritas. -ancient Roman saying
I feel the real person is drunk person, not that drinking makes them do stuff. When I am drunk, no one can tell, and I will just go to sleep. I know people that will go off the rails when they get drunk, without fail.
I’m sure I’m a squishy sap when I’m drunk - the “I love you man” guy - but I’m told I just wander off and sleep also. Phew!
Sleeping is the best thing to do when drunk! I have no idea how people have the energy to be asshats when drunk. I only wanted to find a bed and snuggle in.
I knew a guy who had a homing beacon.
He’d put away a quantity of alcohol that would be fatal to most elephants, the switch would flick, and he would just fuck off. No warning, no goodbyes, nothing.
He’d either get a taxi, hitchhike, walk, or fuck knows what to get the 30 miles back home. Sometimes it was with his belongings. Sometimes we’d return them to him the following day.
It was scarily impressive… once you knew he was safe!
