Random Rant: Overly Drunk

                Normally I do enjoy a good time, maybe have a couple of drinks if I’m not driving, spend time with my friends, and generally cut loose. I don’t however enjoy getting myself utterly shitfaced and making a complete YouTube worthy ass of myself. Nor do I enjoy particularly watching someone who is that shitfaced drunk. Recently however one of my roommates did just that.

                Drunk is basically defined by being intoxicated on a substance that can impair basic physical and mental functions. Urban dictionary defines shitfaced as: to be extremely drunk/wasted/so drunk that you black out, pass out, or fuck something you really shouldn’t have; like the 400lb woman with duck-butter vag. He was damn near You-Tube worthy.

                The part that I hate about being that drunk is that you have very little control over yourself and can make some very stupid decisions, such as hitting someone with an already injured hand. I live in a house with 7 other people. This is pretty much the party/bachelor pad because not one of us in the house are married. I shack up with my boyfriend, there are 2 more couples, and 2 older single guys. Needless to say that testosterone tends to flow a lot more than estrogen, and it’s a bit of a sausage fest. My roommate got so drunk he needed a designated walker.  He pissed on himself on the Hide-a-bed couch (luckily it was on the mattress and not the couch cushions). He tried to punch me a couple of times, whacked one of my roommates in the face with the fiberglass splint he has on his arm, and was incoherently jabbering on about random shit (like he said he loved my boyfriend). Frankly it was half way between hilarious and utterly aggravating. The next morning at about 10, he was still drunk. I kicked his ass (literally foot to ass) and told him to get in the shower because I’m making him clean up his mess. Apparently from one of my fellow roommates, he took the shower in one sock and his underwear. At this point I am aggravated with him because I know exactly why he got himself so fucking shitfaced.

                The back-story with this one is that he’s 21, and he has issues;  issues that he’s running from. I’ve told him time and time again to get his issues straight, and stop running from them. Obviously it’s working like a Swiss cheese bucket. This has happened often enough that I worry that he has a drinking problem. He’s steadily going down the path to becoming a raging alcoholic. As far as I’m concerned I don’t want him to be drunk and be around me for my own safety. If I have any say in it, he’s not drinking while I’m around.