The drunk excuse
Okay so last night I made out with a girl who isn’t my girlfriend.
But it’s okay, because I was really drunk, right? WRONG!
Alcohol may be the almighty IQ-lowerer, vendor of beer goggles, tipper of tectonic plates when you think you can walk a straight line, and various other things, but something that it CANNOT do is turn off your ability to make decisions. In order to drink enough that your brain is impaired, you would be incapable of speech, let alone dirty ass-sex. I still hold that the ability to choose right from wrong is an inalienable human trait, and no matter what your moral standpoint, you know when you’re doing something wrong. Alcohol doesn’t change that, it just makes the stuff that is wrong more tempting, like wearing a lampshade, or grabbing that girl’s ass, or driving your station wagon into a bus full of orphan nuns.
Bottom line: “I was really drunk at the time” is the tired last-resort of a pathetic moron who couldn’t keep his shit together long enough to form the concept “no” in his brain. It’s the battle-cry of a person whose moral convictions are so shoddy that he would betray any trust at the drop of a bottle.
So here’s the question: uncle Crommie, what the fuck is wrong with you that you risked losing the trust of a KILLER babe for a few seconds of mushy passion on the patio of a bar WHERE ALL YOUR FRIENDS COULD SEE YOU, YOU STUPID FUCKER!?
The answer, I was really drunk at the time.
But it’s okay, because I was really drunk, right? WRONG!
Alcohol may be the almighty IQ-lowerer, vendor of beer goggles, tipper of tectonic plates when you think you can walk a straight line, and various other things, but something that it CANNOT do is turn off your ability to make decisions. In order to drink enough that your brain is impaired, you would be incapable of speech, let alone dirty ass-sex. I still hold that the ability to choose right from wrong is an inalienable human trait, and no matter what your moral standpoint, you know when you’re doing something wrong. Alcohol doesn’t change that, it just makes the stuff that is wrong more tempting, like wearing a lampshade, or grabbing that girl’s ass, or driving your station wagon into a bus full of orphan nuns.
Bottom line: “I was really drunk at the time” is the tired last-resort of a pathetic moron who couldn’t keep his shit together long enough to form the concept “no” in his brain. It’s the battle-cry of a person whose moral convictions are so shoddy that he would betray any trust at the drop of a bottle.
So here’s the question: uncle Crommie, what the fuck is wrong with you that you risked losing the trust of a KILLER babe for a few seconds of mushy passion on the patio of a bar WHERE ALL YOUR FRIENDS COULD SEE YOU, YOU STUPID FUCKER!?
The answer, I was really drunk at the time.
Posted by Crommunist @ 4:44 pm