As I haven't drank anything for years, I'm a bad drunk/drinker, quite possibly because of what had happened to me and what I was going through, this post is based on when I did drink in my late teens. I won't touch a beer anymore in my life.
First few beers or so nothing much seems to happen. (Note: Seems.) I actually try to not act drunk and stay myself. In fact, I actually seem to get more introverted at first.
At some point. I loose control of that and I become a happy touchy feely light drunk.
A while after that if I continue drinking, I start raising my voice and start displaying my strength by lifting people and stuff like that, basicly, I'm losing my restrictions and do things I wouldn't ever do if I was sober, at his point it's already too late. I'm loosing control of any boundary at this time, including the boundary of when to stop drinking. Even honestly deciding for myself not to go too far before the evening, I'd completely went past it without even noticing it at the time. What's a boundary?
I continue drinking and I become more reckless, I've had moments of clarity in this phase though when something happened unintentionally that shocked me for a short time. But it always passes rather quickly.
I continue drinking even more and my body starts to decline. I can only describe it as becoming a mindless zombie. At this point, vision is blurry constantly, start losing the ability to focus at all. My body feels like a constant obstacle. I appear a lot calmer again with bouts of movement here and there to get around and drinking more.
I continue drinking and eventually pass out. Since my body is
nearly incapable of puking. I never got sick from alcohol. And my friends believed I could handle a lot of booze. I thought so too. Until I drank way too much in too short a time and suffered alcohol poisoning for a week that is. Also, that time, the blockage thingy in my throat didn't hold tight, and puking was not an issue for me for hours and hours long, the first and last time I've thrown up on booze, seriously burning my throat and mouth on my own acid. One of the most unpleasant physical memories I've had in my life.
Everytime I've been drunk like this, I still remember whole nights. For some reason I keep registering what happens to me even to the point of passing out. I have several memories of literally falling on the floor and waking up in that place the next morning.
The only times I've lost memory is when I was physically active while drunk. For example, I once rode on my bicycle back to home through a path in the woods. I remember the time I left and the time I came home, for a 5 minute ride, I missed 2 hours worth of time. And to this day still can't remember a thing about what happened inbetween.
Anyhow, I hate the stuff (alcohol) now.
