drunk guys are not cool.

Drunk guys used to be funny. They were amusing when we all started drinking; in those days we thought they were "cool"; however I've noticed that we only thought that because they were a novelty, something we weren't used to seeing, but now they are just sad.

I realized this last night. One of my male friends was already really inebriated when I got to the bar we were meeting at. He was sitting on the stoop of one of the buildings, with a frown and puppy dog eyes. He had a far-away look on his face and he was clearly not enjoying himself.
People don't realize that alcohol projects what you're feeling and amplifies that. If you're happy and you drink there's going to be a point when you're ecstatic, over the moon happy. But when the high wears down you'll be tired and sad.
And if you're already sad to begin with, or if you're not exactly happy you should just not drink. The alcohol is going to make you feel worse.

When you get very drunk your friends end up taking care of you. Yes, you'll argue that that's what good friends do, and this is fine if you get drunk once in a blue moon, once every looong time. But if you're drinking almost every weekend your friends will get tired of taking care of you. This is what's happened to my friend, the one I mentioned earlier and the one who's made me open my eyes. (Our friends still make sure he doesn't get into big trouble but they don't take care of him per se as they used to. They don't sit by him and talk to him and make sure he's fine every second. They watch over him but do their own thing, they have fun with the rest of the people in a party, in a club, in a bar or even in the street. He's no longer their first priority when drunk.).

Last night I also "met" another girl. She was a friend of a friend and talked to my group for a while.She was also drunk (what is it with us teenagers and drinking? We get stupider and stupider each day...) and was slurring her words as well as speaking really slowly. It gave off a really bad impression. It made me think poor girl an it turned me off. This made me wonder if all those times that I've drunk myself to the brink of stupidness I looked so helpless. So pitiful. Its disgusting.

I've promised myself that from now on I won't drink much. One cocktail is okay, but nothing more. No more drunk Me. I'm turning over a new leaf and I hope that everyone else realizes how sad one looks when drunk. How it doesn't attract people to you at all.

Now that I think about it yesterday was a productive night because apart from realizing all this I went to a pink-themed sweet sixteen party and got a visit from a veeery nice guy. But that, my friends, is a story for another post ('cause let me tell you, the party deserves one).