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Well, I must admit I’ve encountered a hell lot of drunken strung outs who’ve gone not-so-consciously frantic at times. I have been observing this tendency of people who’ve gone tipsy or have boozed to loosen up, unwind, and at the same time teleport themselves to an “unpredictability zone”. This “unpredictability” is manifested in the form of something either highly significant or really trivial. There are these vehemently expressed emotions, displays of extreme outrage, murmurs, repetitive elaborations, and relentless utterance of whatever it is in their head.
When drunk, people lose control over their physical self to a great extent. Probably not theoretically weak, but the loss of alertness certainly makes people feel a kind of decrease in their astuteness. That heavily mythologized “people get sober when drunk” fact may hold true; it may not, but there is certainly a rush of something in the innards that makes people let things go, loosen up and lose cautiousness and replace it with a new found confidence . A confidence that effervesces from amidst the cradle of hesitation, fear and reluctance, and ultimately clouds them, at least until the effects of alcohol gradually wane.
A drunk will either merrily dance to your tunes or vociferously revile you. A practical example - When people are drunk and they’re dancing to a song, until they don’t have a sudden rush of alternate emotions to their head(again, this might happen to some of them of course, since that “unpredictability” is at play here), relevance of the song being played doesn’t quite make a difference. If they’re banging their heads, they will keep doing that even if something like “Toxicity” is replaced by any one of “Narayan Gopal’s Classics”.
Soar of confidence is surely one of the benefits of getting tipsy, but the decrease in judgment capacity as well as increase in boldness when drunk can sometimes be vulnerable to them. And there is no surprise in seeing the boozed getting beaten or having a fight within themselves. Everything is exaggerated with alcohol. If misery is compounded, so is joy. If reluctance is intensified, so is the aggression. If a silent is quietened, a verbose is bolstered. So apparently, getting drunk might be an interesting experience, but it isn’t a particularly soothing experience after all. It’s not unusual to arrive at the inference, even without talking about the hangover and occasional puking.
And contrastingly enough, there’s this bunch of happy people. The “people in love” as I call them. These are those who have pulmonary, as opposed to hepatic, concerns (not necessarily worrying concerns). People teleporting to a world of trance through the rush of a foggy aerosol into their trachea. As opposed to the drunk, stoned ones are in love with whatever they are thinking of, talking about, seeing or sensing. While it may be possible to literally disconnect oneself from reality and feel evanescent in the process of getting stoned, there is an equal chance of optimizing the reality to more joyous boundaries. There is barely a room for constriction of emotions or suppression of the freedom which results from this volatile psychedelia that grips your senses. Since there is a tendency of looping things, most of the time people feel stuck with different emotions for quite a while. Laughter, cries, even feeding oneself can last for quite a long time.
People with smiles in their faces, with their eyes half open (or half closed) and at the climax of relaxation are a joy to watch. Hardly will a stoned retaliate if exposed to any type of physical intimidation. Maybe any such effort would be replied by a burst of laughter or an extended grin. Given their state of physical connection with reality, malice is anything but an infinitely remote possibility. Or impossibility in straight words. Often, there are words of insane wisdom coming out of their stoned tongues. Appreciation is also clearly optimized. Good music sounds best and their meanings are visualized differently. Often to their true meaning and impacts. Words that would hold not much of a practical significance in the real world, but still ooze innocent intelligence out of themselves. Ideas, views, talks from them might sound hilarious at times, but they will always have that touch of clustered happiness in them. They are the words that have originated in that feeling of buoying ecstasy after all.
Many of the musical geniuses are believed to have created their best works when indulging in this feeling. So as opposed to being drunk, being stoned is certainly at a different level and is a different but a practically enthralling experience. And more specifically these bunch of people are truly in “love”. They’re in love with everything that is around them, every feeling they can assemble. Spite becomes an impossibility and the share of ecstasy makes them exhilarated. They’re all smiles! It is as simpler as it gets. They’re stoned, they’re happy, they see happiness, sniff, touch and taste happiness. Sometimes, they even make people watching them fell happy one way or the other.
It’s not an argument, assertion, or inference that getting stoned is something great. It certainly has its ill impacts too. In fact it has got quite a few of them. But that’s of no relevance in the post by any means. The intention here is to outline the “happy bunch” or the “people in love” who happen to be the people who are stoned and not the drunk from the writer’s eye. And moreover, it is from the perspective of the writer as an observer and not as an involvement. There might be some ambiguity, there might be some obscurity and translucence from the eye of the experiencing bunch, but again, it is just a portrayal from the writer, as someone who’s viewing a completely different projection of the thing.
Well, I must admit I’ve encountered a hell lot of drunken strung outs who’ve gone not-so-consciously frantic at times. I have been observing this tendency of people who’ve gone tipsy or have boozed to loosen up, unwind, and at the same time teleport themselves to an “unpredictability zone”. This “unpredictability” is manifested in the form of something either highly significant or really trivial. There are these vehemently expressed emotions, displays of extreme outrage, murmurs, repetitive elaborations, and relentless utterance of whatever it is in their head.
When drunk, people lose control over their physical self to a great extent. Probably not theoretically weak, but the loss of alertness certainly makes people feel a kind of decrease in their astuteness. That heavily mythologized “people get sober when drunk” fact may hold true; it may not, but there is certainly a rush of something in the innards that makes people let things go, loosen up and lose cautiousness and replace it with a new found confidence . A confidence that effervesces from amidst the cradle of hesitation, fear and reluctance, and ultimately clouds them, at least until the effects of alcohol gradually wane.
A drunk will either merrily dance to your tunes or vociferously revile you. A practical example - When people are drunk and they’re dancing to a song, until they don’t have a sudden rush of alternate emotions to their head(again, this might happen to some of them of course, since that “unpredictability” is at play here), relevance of the song being played doesn’t quite make a difference. If they’re banging their heads, they will keep doing that even if something like “Toxicity” is replaced by any one of “Narayan Gopal’s Classics”.
Soar of confidence is surely one of the benefits of getting tipsy, but the decrease in judgment capacity as well as increase in boldness when drunk can sometimes be vulnerable to them. And there is no surprise in seeing the boozed getting beaten or having a fight within themselves. Everything is exaggerated with alcohol. If misery is compounded, so is joy. If reluctance is intensified, so is the aggression. If a silent is quietened, a verbose is bolstered. So apparently, getting drunk might be an interesting experience, but it isn’t a particularly soothing experience after all. It’s not unusual to arrive at the inference, even without talking about the hangover and occasional puking.
And contrastingly enough, there’s this bunch of happy people. The “people in love” as I call them. These are those who have pulmonary, as opposed to hepatic, concerns (not necessarily worrying concerns). People teleporting to a world of trance through the rush of a foggy aerosol into their trachea. As opposed to the drunk, stoned ones are in love with whatever they are thinking of, talking about, seeing or sensing. While it may be possible to literally disconnect oneself from reality and feel evanescent in the process of getting stoned, there is an equal chance of optimizing the reality to more joyous boundaries. There is barely a room for constriction of emotions or suppression of the freedom which results from this volatile psychedelia that grips your senses. Since there is a tendency of looping things, most of the time people feel stuck with different emotions for quite a while. Laughter, cries, even feeding oneself can last for quite a long time.
People with smiles in their faces, with their eyes half open (or half closed) and at the climax of relaxation are a joy to watch. Hardly will a stoned retaliate if exposed to any type of physical intimidation. Maybe any such effort would be replied by a burst of laughter or an extended grin. Given their state of physical connection with reality, malice is anything but an infinitely remote possibility. Or impossibility in straight words. Often, there are words of insane wisdom coming out of their stoned tongues. Appreciation is also clearly optimized. Good music sounds best and their meanings are visualized differently. Often to their true meaning and impacts. Words that would hold not much of a practical significance in the real world, but still ooze innocent intelligence out of themselves. Ideas, views, talks from them might sound hilarious at times, but they will always have that touch of clustered happiness in them. They are the words that have originated in that feeling of buoying ecstasy after all.
Many of the musical geniuses are believed to have created their best works when indulging in this feeling. So as opposed to being drunk, being stoned is certainly at a different level and is a different but a practically enthralling experience. And more specifically these bunch of people are truly in “love”. They’re in love with everything that is around them, every feeling they can assemble. Spite becomes an impossibility and the share of ecstasy makes them exhilarated. They’re all smiles! It is as simpler as it gets. They’re stoned, they’re happy, they see happiness, sniff, touch and taste happiness. Sometimes, they even make people watching them fell happy one way or the other.
It’s not an argument, assertion, or inference that getting stoned is something great. It certainly has its ill impacts too. In fact it has got quite a few of them. But that’s of no relevance in the post by any means. The intention here is to outline the “happy bunch” or the “people in love” who happen to be the people who are stoned and not the drunk from the writer’s eye. And moreover, it is from the perspective of the writer as an observer and not as an involvement. There might be some ambiguity, there might be some obscurity and translucence from the eye of the experiencing bunch, but again, it is just a portrayal from the writer, as someone who’s viewing a completely different projection of the thing.
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