Our Drunken Conscience Is Actually Sober, It Just Cares Less

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Illustration by Sébastien Thibault

 

“I’m sorry it was the booze. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

An excuse we all use for some of our actions executed during an off warning alarm.

Isn’t it ironic? How we deliberately take mouthfuls to assist us do the things we don’t have the nerves for under our normal state and later on we blame it on the same sips for the consequences we did not see coming, or  we didn’t seem to care about  before them glasses or empty bottles.

Personally, I believe that nothing can ever make us do anything that wasn’t already processed through the mind and confirmed by the heart.

It is true that it does play a role, but not as our bailer.

Once we give the CNS, made up of billions of neurons a jab, the particularly sensitive one, jeopardizing the one responsible for taking information through the senses, motor function, thinking, understanding and most importantly reasoning, depressing our system, once we slowed our mind down, we know we’re good to go. To seal the deal we have been plotting over for God knows how long.

Alcohol has the capacity to penetrate the brain because it can cross the blood brain barrier. The brain that is changing is the time it takes to develop. For young people, at every alcohol intake, we do impulsive things that we wouldn’t do under normal circumstances as the part of our brain connected to the brain’s reward system and regulate impulsive behavior is affected first. According to the American association for advancement of science, connections between prefrontal cortex and the ventral is not yet mature, so alcohol intake intrudes with our ability of reasoning and weighing of choices. The more used to alcohol the brain becomes, the more it pushes nerve cells.

So that’s how it affects the brain. Sadly it doesn’t say it puts ideas to our already hyped minds, puppets us nor takes over our senses and body parts like some walking dead zombies.

When we’re under some booze, it’s not like it’s some kind of a curse. This is for the other classic excuse we use, blaming others for letting us drink too much, or making us do things we never wanted to do after getting us drunk. It’s not a curse we’re being casted under. For Harry Potter fans I would quote the “imperius” curse. The curse places the victim completely under the casters control. And the person with exceptional strength of will is capable of resisting it. Just like that, whenever we’re subjected to alcohol, we are still conscious of our actions, we still have the free will we are told that we have and we still know exactly what we are doing, it’s not like the ones pouring us the drinks are stirring their intentions along, it’s not like we don’t have a choice but to play along, it’s not like they are accessing our minds for their use, like the curse above. We simply live at that exact moment and we couldn’t care any less.

But it’s cool isn’t it?  To blame our drunk behavior, the phone calls and texts on the booze? The thing is it doesn’t make us do anything we don’t want to do, it just makes us less care. And that feels fair and nice. In a world full of over thinkers and a lot to think about, it feels fair to once have the guards down and the worries gone. Sometimes it helps, getting something off your chest might take a whole lot than breathing in and out, so one takes a sip and put it all out in the table. Whether it’s to make a huge decision like quitting a job, confessing feelings to people or to just lay low, to forget and relax. Yes all that was already in the very heart of our minds and the mind of our hearts. 

So to conclude, let’s make one thing clear, when we’re emptying glasses next time, let’s have this talk with ourselves first  “ I may have a slow mind but hey I sure am thinking clearly,  I’m about to do or say exactly what i have been wanting to do for days or years. And no it’s not the booze it’s me.”  You might as well prepare your speech or have a text already written in a way it makes sense so you can be as impressive and as expressive even at your slowest.

Cheers!

 

 

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