Imbecelia

A search for clarity in the nebulous world of a 34 year old who, while finding her mother's voice coming out of her lips more and more these days, is still no closer to affecting the air of mature serenity she hoped she would've been able to by now. She still laughs at people falling over, especially if they are wearing suits and/or look a bit posh. She has been accused of being an 'inverted snob'. But only by one person, and she was a twat.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Alcohol or Why I Think I Might Be A Masochist

On Saturday night I had rather a lot to drink.

Yesterday, Sunday, I didn't need a wee until approximately 5.20pm, and even then it was like marmalade.

Sometimes I wonder, what is it about alcohol? Why do we do it? And if the answer comes back (as it most often does), that we do it to "lose our inhibitions" then I really think we ought to be asking the further question, which is Why Are Inhibitions Such A Bad Thing?

Inhibitions are what, during the hours of daylight, stop us puking pukka pie over our shoes in shop doorways. Inhibitions are what halt any vague inclination we might have to pinch random strangers arses in crowds at rush hour. Inhibitions ensure that parts of your anatomy which don't see daylight as a rule stay safely ensconced under layers of fabric/leather/whatever you're into, and aren't thrust recklessly into the public arena.

The reason we are not all social lepers, shunned by all around for our disgusting, offensive and outrageous behaviour is all because of inhibition. And we want to rid ourselves of it? Are we all mad?

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