WWAWT Hangxiety

[guest]

The more you drink the more sober you get?

@Josh Goodnaturedly

You’ve done it now Stent. Josh is going to bury me, all in jest of course

 

[Dummy Gaynuts]

I never had this, i’m the complete opposite of a mean drunk.

I generally didn't but sometimes i had a serious meanstreak and said needlessly cruel things to loved ones and shit. Not cool behavior from your guy here

 

[guest]

I generally didn't but sometimes i had a serious meanstreak and say needlessly cruel things to loved ones and shit. Not cool behavior from your guy here

I said i’m the complete opposite of a mean drunk, generally i am, but when i’m sobering up and coming down i get insecure sometimes and lash out at loved ones as well. We always hurt the ones we love the most, am i right gang?

 

[JoeBrotheChildSpitGuzzler]

Drinking is stealing dopamine from tomorrow. No one cares how you acted when you were drunk unless it was egregiously embarrassing. But yes I get it too but know it's a chemical thing and not a behavior unless I acted especially retarded.

One time freshman year I blacked out and came to naked in the hallway of the dorm. Accidentally locked myself out. Then I knocked on doors for help and found the RA who got.me back in. The next day was pretty rough hangxiety wise.

my first year my neighbor across the hall in the dorm got schwacked and passed out in the elevator. he was 250 at least so nobody could lift him so he just rode up and down until he woke up

 

[JoeBrotheChildSpitGuzzler]

The Irish Curse - one drink is too many and a hundred isn't enough.

I thought the irish curse was a tiny penis?

 

[Queefer Sutherland]

It's called Valium.

 

[guest]

No, never had a problem with that myself unless cocaine was involved.

 

[guest]

I thought the irish curse was a tiny penis?

No doubt. But the crippling alcoholism is probably just as much of a burden.

 

[not that Jack Horner]

I never had this, i’m the complete opposite of a mean drunk.

i have a short fuse when i drink

i take it out on posters here

 

[guest]

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[TheNanaDook]

I might or might not have a problem. My dad is a functional alcoholic and it’s probably genetic. I’ve fallen down the stairs, been so drunk that my girlfriend couldn’t get me up the stairs, almost crashed my golf cart into a mailbox and lost my wallet quite a few times. Never impacted my job though. So i dunno. Yes next day anxiety is brutal, had it this morning and probably will tomorrow.

 

[ThePepsiColaRapist]

Aka alcohol induced douche-chills. I get it like a motherfucker.

Even when I have a good night out being my hilarious, handsome, and charismatic self, the next day I hate myself. Why does that happen. Is this woman behavior? Should I just start dilating now? Fawwk chopping my dick off might hurt but maybe the VA could give me a freebie.

We’re doing open phones.

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Folsom, Pennsylvania you’re on the air on our Republicans line.

Everyone you encountered the night before was likely drunk and are now working through their own morning after anxieties.
So long as you didn't punch or sexually assault someone, you'll be okay.

 

[Milk74]

I speed up and talk a lot more, which when drunk leads to me aggressively hitting on girls and saying outrageous things.


Fawwk Im 25% irish. At least I didnt get the “Irish curse” which is the ability to absolutely inhale alcohol for 12 straight hours to the point of blacking out. Im thankfully not built for that. The second I start getting a little too drunk I stop drinking immediately and get a tummyache.

I'm the same way, and that's what creates much of the "Hangxiety"....I'm usually pretty stoic and quiet(I'm an introvert that doesn't like to talk, but when I do...), so when I drink and turn into a combination of Frank the tank and Toney Soprano it's jarring to think about the next day as it's the polar opposite of who I am in my day to day life.

 

[guest]

Do you have Irish heritage? Two of my oldest mates - one's half Irish, the other's full Mick - are the only two people I know who have told me that crippling anxiety is part and parcel of their hangovers. If you do, it might just be genetic and you're stuck with it.

I always thought Irish Curse referred to something else...

 

[JoeBrotheChildSpitGuzzler]

Man that's some rough shit. It always blows my mind at how tough those old diehard alkies are. I had an uncle that had to detox in the hospital after he wrecked his motorcycle, having seizures and shit. He was pretty much on a nonstop drunk. Fucking guy lived in a shed on my grandmas farm. He actually shot and killed his brother, my other uncle, when they were both blackout drunk in my other uncle's trailer

sounds like a reduction in the scumbag population

 

[Dummy Gaynuts]

sounds like a reduction in the scumbag population

agreed. he is not missed. either one

 

[JoeBrotheChildSpitGuzzler]

agreed. he is not missed. either one

I was living in florida a while back and down the road a guy was charged with murder because his roomate (in a trailer) drank his beer and he shot him. he was caught walking down the road to "get more goddamn beer". Northeast florida is hood as fuck

 

[Smeckler's Powder]

The other day I got drunk and asked a dude whose favorite band is Ween if he was "bothered that Gener is a Jew mess" and then started telling everyone Dolly Parton is a stupid bitch with two dumb songs and fuck her for promoting the Jew goo. "Jew goo?" "You know, Jew goo? The Kike Spike? The tard shot? Rock and roll Hall of Fame inductee, when The Guess Who aren't even in? Fuck that goofy titted cunt"

I had no anxiety about this the next day.

 

[guest]

WWAWD blacking out? It only happened to me once (I think someone slipped me a Mickey tbphwy) and I clearly remember knowing that I was about to lose the thread, grabbing my shit and heading for the door. I woke up at home with all my belongings (including my guitar), same amount of money I'd last counted with no unexplained cuts or bruises, nothing stupid on my phone, nada.

The only difference from a normal stumble home was I still had my shoes and jacket on, was backwards in bed and there wasn't a half-eaten sandwich of bottle or water at my bedside.

 

[bovinebrain]

Also WWAWD getting shitty and mean when you get drunk

I lost one of my best friends because of this. Normally I get really happy and overly sociable when I drink. But this one time on vacation in Miami with a friend I had a really bad experience.

We drank a shit ton pre-gaming before we went out clubbing. To give you an idea, we killed an entire 1L bottle of grey goose in my hotel room over the course of about an hour and a half. He had a much higher tolerance than me and needless to say, I was borderline blacked out before we even left the hotel.

We ended up at some nearby bar to chill at while we were waiting for the club to open, and through some series of event which I don't remember, we ended up sitting down at a table with a bunch of hot chicks. It was me, him and like six other smoking hot girls who were apparently really into us (this was told to me after the fact as I hardly remember any of this). I drunkenly ordered rounds for the entire table and while there was nothing inherently wrong or weird about that, the amount of alcohol in my system must have triggered some sort of psycho switch in my brain and I completely lost it.

I told my friend to get up and follow me to the bathroom because I needed to tell him something. As soon as we got there, I flipped like Jekyll/Hyde and became irate. I started screaming at him "why the fuck did you make me order those drinks?" Again, I don't know why I was mad about this or why I thought he told me to do it, I ordered them all by myself. He just kept looking at me like I was crazy and kept telling me that I ordered them and he didn't tell me to. Kept screaming and shoving into him angrily asking the same question over and over again. The night was over for me as I ditched him and took an uber back to my hotel room.

By his account the next day, he told me that he genuinely feared for his life and was 100% convinced that I was going to murder him from the look in my eyes. Not to mention that I was taller/bigger than him so I totally believed him. He forgave me for the whole thing and actually apologized to me for making me drink so much in the hotel room. We were best buds before that but the whole thing really tainted our friendship and we kind of drifted off. Still checked in with each other once in a while, but things were never really the same again. It's a shame really.

That was one of the biggest events that led me to seriously cut down on my drinking. I haven't been anywhere near that drunk ever since.