When I drink, I'm more forward, louder, more brazen, more likely to sing, bossier, more honest, and generally more outgoing. I've had more than one friend tell me they love the drunk me, in a way that clearly implies that drunk me is more fun than sober me.
I've learned to live with it.
My brother, on the other hand.... well, I can't speak for his friends, but I don't like seeing him drunk. He gets sloppy, combative, and argumentative. I think these traits recently came out because the drinking happened after a bad day, so this is probably an unfair generalization. But it happened the last two times I saw him in a state. So thumbs down.
Here's the realization: we got our genes mixed up or something. I enjoy drinking now and then, but I don't do it daily, and not even weekly these days. But apparently it makes my personality flourish. He, on the other hand, loves and appreciates drinking in a truly artful way. He brews beer. He analyzes ingredients, savoring what he has. And what happens? He turns into a pumpkin.
It's not fair, man.
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