What I find most interesting are the thoughts that drift through the minds of the tired and inebriated. And to be quite honest, it scares me just a little. Because not only does the alcohol inhibit your ability to think. speak, see, walk, feel properly, but it keeps you from feeling altogether happy.
Now, that makes a lot of sense, does it not? Alcohol is a depressant. And the inability to feel content is therefore further kept from you by inebriation. The paradox is, however, in the fact that people dabble in alcoholism to feel the contentedness that comes with inebriation, drunkenness, and sloven ways. And it works. Not that I speak directly from experience--second hand, if you're curious--but plenty of people, family, friends, acquaintances have succumbed to the pressures that come with the buzz of a drink. So people drink to be happy; is that not the truth? Do enlighten me if I am erred to think such things of the social, American (maybe not?) way of life.
However, in the pursuit of this so-called "happiness," people are later forced to face the discontent that plagues their present existence. So what is to be done? Surely one may follow suit of their European counterparts. However, what is to be done with the American mindset of "eat, drink, and be merry?"
People continue to confound me. People, therefore, continue to upset, bother, and unsettle me.
What is left for someone who feels like an outsider to two exclusive groups that cannot be simultaneously joined? Shall he forever feel lost?
P.S. Sobriety check-points are hilarious.