This plays out interestingly in conversation. It means I miss a lot of openings and connections, 'cause I'm already a bit slow on the uptake, and the alcohol doesn't help. I remember the conversation the next day and think, Oh, so that's what s/he was talking about. My enthusiasm carries me right past a lot of subtlety.
Talk comes more easily, as my self-censoring undercurrents of thought shut up for once—but the quality of thought may be somewhat diminished. I say a little more than usual, and understand a little less.
I write this not because I think you'll be interested, but because I'm working to tease apart the intricacies of my interest in alcohol.
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