The moment when the alcohol has settles in your stomach and is pumping through your veins and making everyone but the people you’re with and the music on your ears as blurry as your blind drunk vision is.
I love this moment.
Because I think you are truly yourself, without the doubt of life, without the fears of judgement. I feel so free that I’ll do whatever the fuck I want and I don’t give a rats ass if those two really great looking girls who made me feel fat earlier saw it. Because I feel fucking great about everything.
I love this moment because it’s a moment in which a substance can make you truly free. Careless. Dizzy with joy aswell as influence. This moment is what we drink for.
And no, I don’t think you should get drunk ALL the time to feel like this, because it’s supposed to be infrequent and make you have this joyous new skin. It’s a once in a while pick me up.
You don’t take advantage of something so perfect.