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I refuse to meet People when they are Drunk ?

Interesting reading this thread. I decided from the beginning of July to go without booze for the whole month. So far so good. I have no idea why but it seems to give me a huge amount of depression the next day and sometimes the day after. This past year I've had a case of maybe 2 worse than boshing MDMA type weekends. Not sure if my body has had enough of it or what. Ever since moving away from the UK I've had some really bad blackout nights and think I'm getting too old for those. The test will be this evening, where I'm going to a party then to a big local wine festival. I'm not sure how well I'll handle other drunk people but I can imagine it'll get bored with them pretty easily. We shall see.
 
^ Yes indeed. It's been something that's been bothering me for a few months now but decided enough was enough and July is the month.

Will see how this month goes but seriously contemplating to keep drinking for those odd occasions like birthdays, weddings, festivals or for old times sake when meeting my old, good mates again. The problem is I love Whisky and now thinking about it, I'm glad that it's expensive to buy! Bloody hell I never thought I would say that. Means that if I take this stance in the future I can enjoy and savour my Whisky even more so!
 
Also right off drinking of late. Have mostly quit at the moment - been weeks since I had a drink and only been the odd night here and there for the last three months or so now rather than several nights a week as it was previously. Do quite like drinking sometimes but recently I just seem to get morose, depressed and aggressive - the very definition of an irritating drunk - so am laying off it in quite a big way. Also get horribly depressed and anxious for days afterwards. Really is the worst comedown I get from any drug bar none :/

My ex-fiancé was a big drinker. And a bad drunk. We were barred from virtually every pub in town - actually all of 'em at one point. Mostly cos of her drunken antics to be honest. She got pretty wild - mostly violent actually. Would almost always end up having absolutely screaming rows, get thrown out, continue screaming rows up and down the street looking for more booze and/or drugs. Seen her beat the fuck out of more than one bouncer - big fukkers too and she was only a wee slip of a lass. Fiery fukkers those gypsy gals :D

Make-up sex was usually pretty damn good though :D

I very occasionally used to get violent. One time in particular springs to mind. She'd been shagging some bloke (such stuffs were so common as to barely be worth mentioning - was a very intense and passionate relationship and was very much love on both sides... but she was quite the handful :!) and this particular bloke really did irk me. Mainly cos it wasn't just a one-off, also cos he was fukkin huge body-builder type... and (as she took great pleasure in describing in detail rather regularly) was hung to make donkey's feel inadequate. Also, he was thick as pigshit and an utter bellend. Is one thing that she got around a bit (and then some 8o) but some definitely irked waaaaaaaaaay more than others :!

Anyway, we both got incredibly drunk out and about in town one night with a mate of mine and she wanted hash so went to his to get some off him. Promised to be in and out with no shagging whilst we waited outside. Gave it five minutes but really was pissed off with the whole situation and with having a mate their stirring it up a bit I got a bit feisty. Which really ain't like me at all (which is only reason it's worth a mention really). Broke his door down in a fit of jealous rage. Felt great. Then got the absolute shit kicked out of me cos he really was a big fella. And I was very drunk indeed. And about as far from a fighter as it gets :D

Blimey I was a bloody mess after that. However, it kinda worked cos I was then Mrs Shambles' night in shining armour for ages afterwards. Moral of the story appears to be if engaged to a shagnasty indulge in jealous rages. That or find a better fiancé anyway.
 
I dont mind having a drink, in others company I tend to be a very aimiable drunk, just banter and a few high jinks
Drinking on my own or with fellow supporters of my football team and things can get lairy.

Horrid drug on the whole, much prefer a really strong dose of LSD washed down with a couple of capfuls of GHB
 
It depends where though, I mean if it's in a place where people are able to enjoy a few drinks in company and have a good time then I love it, obviously if it's in a UK city centre that turns into a fucking war zone, then no, I hate that, huge turn off.

Now I don't mean you have to be a twat in a wine bar discussing your wine's fruity bouquet, just drinking socially without finding the need to glass each other is good
 
Salthills a lovely spot isn't it man, jumping into the sea would be a great shout today
 
very much love on both sides... but she was quite the handful :!).

Sure she was a she? ;) Sorry, had to.

I'm packing in the booze, not had owt since Sunday and made a tit of myself and yeah just don't like it any more, especially the hangovers and anxiety. I used to be a very violent drunk too; or rather, I was a very violent person and the drink brought it out on top. I never got into many fights, but I did have one with aforementioned zebra whore ex because she was known for cheating, and we'd met two lads we'd been drinking with. I walked round the corner to see her kissing him and flipped. We went at it like fighting fucking dogs, her biting me, me doing a bit of an American History X re-enactment, pulling hair, punching, then cuddling and crying, then back to before.

I still regret that now, because I love her more than anyone, family excluded, and I hated knowing I'd hurt her so badly. Of course we laughed it off the next day but I still feel shit over it. I don't get violent now, though did give a kicking last year to some bloke outside a pub giving a lad I'd been chatting to racial abuse. We told him to fuck off and he started so we panelled him. Bouncers didn't do shit and just let us back in. Think they knew he deserved it, cunt. But yeah, I don't get violent now, I think mostly cos of my medication. I don't think it stops the violence so much as gives me the ability to get over it. I find that when I come off my citalopram and I get angry, I actually get that cliche red mist and then snap to not knowing what the fuck. It's part of me I fight hard to subdue and I've found ways to cope, you probably wouldn't know it at all to meet me :\
 
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Sounds like you'd get on with my ex then, slugger :D

Oh aye, I like the feisty ones. My housemate was dating our other housemate, was apparently an open relationship (WAS). She was a fragile looking thing, didn't look like she'd say boo to a goose, but she came home drunk one night before anyone else did while I was doing my vodka and tv thing in the living room, and before I even said 'hi' she had my clothes off and pinned me to the wall like she was trying to embed me into it.

Shockingly, we were all laughing about it the next day. First time I've ever felt bad for fucking someone's bird, even if it was an open thing. The guy had a go at me when I went to say sorry, and he said he didn't want to see me, but I pointed out he was talking to her about it and I wanted my side told. Then I cried and he hugged me. Not crying cos 'oh god I got caught' but 'oh god I love this boy and he's been so good to me'. Such a nice bloke. I left the house early next day and when I turned my phone on he had text me saying he was worried and was I ok? And he laughed when I told him they didn't do 'sorry I drunkenly banged your girlfriend' cards in Smiths. Nicest man I ever met and that's why I felt so so bad.

Fucking love that sorta stuff though normally :sus:
 
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Interesting reading this thread. I decided from the beginning of July to go without booze for the whole month. So far so good. I have no idea why but it seems to give me a huge amount of depression the next day and sometimes the day after. This past year I've had a case of maybe 2 worse than boshing MDMA type weekends. Not sure if my body has had enough of it or what. Ever since moving away from the UK I've had some really bad blackout nights and think I'm getting too old for those. The test will be this evening, where I'm going to a party then to a big local wine festival. I'm not sure how well I'll handle other drunk people but I can imagine it'll get bored with them pretty easily. We shall see.

Well fuck this is going to be hard. At that party I was constantly offered shots and drinks. I had to tell them a firm no by the end of it. Was really grating on me. Why can't people just fucking respect people's decisions and let them get on with it. They couldn't understand why I wanted to stop despite me telling them a thousands times why. Some guy even called me a pussy for not taking a shot. Just laughed at him. Ridiculous though. Is this what things have come to? Police ended up coming round breaking it off as everyone was so loud. Think next time I'll skip the before party and just meet at the tail end before heading out to the bars. Fuck a night like that again.
 
Yeah it's really not easy. People have gotten used to me now but at the beginning and when I meet someone new I just had to politely decline and keep quiet about the 10 better drugs I could happily be enjoying if I didn't have to mix with such judgemental bastards as those who were taunting.
 
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