Venomous Vexation
How long did it take you to figure out puking your brains out was a bad idea? For this is something that does indeed intrigue me. Especially since I know individuals that have been doing this for years. They get s**t faced, throw up their insides, and then b***h about it for the rest of the week until they do the same thing again. It generally amazes me how stupid people can be and how long it takes them to put a change in their behavior. I'm especially reminded of a friend I have that likes to get really drunk, starts a bunch of dramatic bullshit, apologizes and swears they're going to stop drinking only to be getting drunk the same night they made such a pledge. People, huh?
Uhhh. Well, I'm in the Navy and currently forward deployed (meaning we're on the ship all the time and are deployed 90% of the time at a moment's notice). So everyone drinks.
I was drinking before I came to the ship. Off and on since I was about 18 years old (I'm 23 now). But aside from one bout of minor alcohol poisoning, I drank responsibly and almost never passed my limit. Then this last deployment, I was trying to out-drink this guy who was way out of my league in Hong Kong. I was so far gone I couldn't walk, blacked out, passed out in my shop on the ship and didn't wake up until 6am the next morning. The marines that I work with in my shop took care of me. I had fallen asleep with a puke bag. It went downhill from there, mostly because I was tired of being called a lightweight so drank passed my limit on purpose in order to try and impress them.
Then we hit Japan (this is my home port) for christmas leave. On christmas, I went out and
didn't realize I had passed my limit (odd, since usually I'm very aware). My boyfriend pulled me away from the bar so I'd quit drinking.
Almost same thing happened as in Hong Kong-- I started puking my guts out, blacked out, fell asleep with a barf bag.
I think what really solidified this being a bad life choice was the fact that drinking so much had made me broke (and I'd never had a problem with money before) and something I said while I was blacked out.
For a while, I had this trend of being sexual with pretty much everyone after I get plastered. Just kissing normally. Then I ******** one or two guys, and I needed to reign myself in, which is why I started to drink less.
But on Christmas, my bf said I said this:
"[barfs] You can do whatever you want, if you want. I mean like, sex. [barfs] No really, I don't care."
.... Yeah. I can believe I said that. It makes sense that I'd say that, I guess. I am just.
Wow. What if I had been with someone else that wasn't so nice and accommodating? And didn't care that I was puking everywhere. =[
So it's less so the alcohol itself so much as what I do when I'm blacked out.
Sorry for the tl;dr.