Saturday, August 30, 2008
All right, my vacation is almost through, the drinking session to be exact. After three consecutive days of drinking spree, what's the upshot that I get? For some, this kind of "goings-on" is really just a waste of time apart from the off-putting consequences on our body, strictly to the liver. So why did I gorge to this matter? Here’s the simplest reason, to catch up with one another( with friends,new found friends, soon to be friends, unseen friends, and c), to converse. This may sound odd to others who believed that everything can always be linked up by proper or therapeutic communication. Okay here’s my stand, speaking on account to my brief experience, drinking is paradoxically working. As a tenderfoot to this “alcoholikeness”, there’s always an edgy feeling on the first shot, it seems that the alcohol is passing like hot lava on a fertile land, drying off everything on its way. And the taste is not really good. But as I go on with the shots (usually given by a designated “taga-tagay”), everything’s getting lighter as if the lava has cooled off and has started to amend as a fertilizer to nourish the land once again. Paradoxically working because alcohol is a known depressant but it works on my body like an ecstasy, an energizer to spill the beans. As the alcohol passes to my brain, in the course of the blood-brain barrier ,and accumulates; the sentiments grow at the same time, accumulating and readying for its unfussy exodus. Alcohol lets me to have a discussion without thinking of a poise, genteel, and urbane exchange. Everything is spontaneous, unplanned, and fresh. I like how it affects my affect by becoming more of a weep spiller. I like how it lifts my mood by becoming more of funniness. And I like how it faults my logic. I become more vocal, opinionated, moderated, and agreeable in an instant without thinking too much. I like it though I’m sounding more like an idiot. Alcohol offers more than that, it forms a bond. A bond that cannot be made without the dose of it, without the rhythm of your own accord of alcoholikeness that attaches the pieces of diverse puzzles unknowingly. That’s it. For those who drink to experience this kind of experience will at least understand me, but for those who drink to get drunk will never experience my experience and most probably will understand me not. There’s a lot more “do-good-to” about alcoholikeness that I failed to declare; how it eases a worry mind, how it ceases a fool mind, how it caresses a hard mind, and a lot more. As I mention above, I am a novice to this “doings” but I am daringly saying that I like it, on how a like it, on my purpose of doing it.