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I got drunk for the first time..

BrokenBoy

戯言使い(Nonsense User)
So my friend came over so we decided to walk to a store to buy some alcohol and me and him got 1 can of alcohol and I actually got drunk for the first time my life and I love it.

When I got drunk my head was lightly starting to hurt a bit but for some reason I didn't even care at all. My vision was normal but I still had some problems moving around as my leg had a tendency to randomly make sudden movements but it wasn't really a big deal since I was mostly lying in bed with my friend the whole time. I felt euphoric. I enjoyed every second of my time. I became sober after I took a nap after my friend left.

I just really wish I was drunk again. I wish it was possible to not spend any waking moment sober. What was it like for anyone else here getting drunk for the first time?
 
I don't think I remember the very first time I got drunk, but I remember one of them. My family was asleep so I snuck shots of whiskey from the kitchen, and in dumb 14 year-old fashion I apparently got drunk enough that I didn't remember the last couple hours or so I was awake.

When I woke up and realized I didn't remember anything after a certain point I freaked out and went to check if I put the evidence away. The cup I used was cleaned out so no one could smell alcohol in it, and the whiskey was put away in the exact spot I found it. No one apparently ever noticed anything as no one mentioned it. Thanks for having my back, blackout drunk me. lol

After that experience I don't really get drunk anymore as not remembering anything freaked me out, and I don't like feeling legit drunk anyways. I just get a bit buzzed now. I'd be lying though if I said I didn't wish that I was able to stay in that buzzed state all the time. If I drink I limit drinking to around other people and after a certain time of day (like, at night) so that doesn't have to be an issue.
 
I was 16, I think, when I first got drunk and yep, loved the sensation, because I forgot all about how awful I felt about being me. I was talkative and very confident and that lead me to want to get drunk more often, but what helped me to not become a drunkard, as it were, was actually and still do, hating the taste of alcohol.

For some years now, I have not touched the stuff, because instead of making me feel great, I felt out of control and got red as a beetroot, so stopped drinking.
 
First time I got drunk I got alcohol poisoning. Didn't touch the stuff for 9 years. When I tried alcohol again I got tipsy and I really enjoyed the experience. Being an "all or nothing" personality, this led to nearly 7 years of alcohol abuse.

The problem with a first time high on any substance is that it's often a truly euphoric and pleasant experience that many seek to replicate through repeat use. But, the more you use, the less pleasurable it becomes.

Ed
 
A friend and I thought it would be fun to make layers of alcohol, so we got big glasses and put in small amounts of beer, whiskey, wine, creme de menthe, grenadine and I think gin. Then drank it. We threw it all up almost immediately. I didn't enjoy it, and really don't like the taste of alcohol.
 
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I think the first time I got drunk I threw up. I don't usually drink (I often forget alcohol is even available at our state liquor store), but when I do, I get wasted. Not on hard liquor so much as on Portland cider. Have no idea why cider would make me so drunk -- could be a sensitivity to apple sugar, I don't know. Don't get hangovers, though. Maybe I don't drink enough for them.

Generally, a huge factor of drinking for me is the company I keep. I get loud, grandiose, and will stumble if I've had enough. I have been drunk around someone I didn't know and that was a horrid experience. Nonstop word vomit from beginning to end. I felt out of control.

Alcohol isn't much on my mind, but I will reach for nicotine (these days it's the gum) when I'm feeling like I'd rather numb out. I have tried marijuana (a couple of times in CO and once in CA) and I loathed the experience. Nicotine is my go-to vice, or refined sugar if I'm exhausted. It's usually sugar, but I don't tend to mix the two.
 
The first time I got really drunk was on the evening of my 21st birthday. I did not have my first hangover until a few weeks later, though, when I was sipping 151 and Cokes. I actually have a funny story regarding the evening that led to my first hangover. I was watching Time Bandits for the first time on my brand new DVD player while totally wasted. Scenes were repeating themselves, and I thought it was a totally boring movie because of it, then I passed out on the couch. I woke up the next morning to realize that the scenes repeating themselves were not actually a part of the movie, I was just so drunk that I was sitting on the remote of my DVD player and not realizing that was what was happening. That was one of the worst hangovers of my life, I never drank 151 again after that night, though.
 
I've never been drunk, heck, I never gotten even tipsy. I don't feel like I'm missing out on some incredible experience, though, since I'm afraid I would be a violent drunk.
I don't know how much it would take to get me drunk, although I don't think myself a lightweight. And I hate the taste of alcohol, so it would be quite difficult for me to drink that much.
 
I drank in moderation when I was young and quit early on and think I only really got drunk once. It was on my 21st birthday and I tried to drink 21 shots of Tequila at a pub. Everyone else was buying. At about 11 or 12 I said I needed a break and went to the Jukebox but couldn't really read the labels. A girl came up and said Hi but when I looked at her, her face seemed to be distorted like it was melting. I made some excuse and fled the pub and slept till morning in my car. :D
 
I did not even have to read a single letter of your thread before I knew exactly what to tell you.

You have just stumbled upon the path to a cave that once you walk past the entrance of that cave, you will literally be walking through hell and back to recover from it.

So I am going to put a sign in front of that cave that says this:

TURN. BACK. NOW.

Maddog went into this cave once. And when he did, not only did he not want to be saved, he fell deeper into it until he found a hole in the cave that was so deep and dark that everywhere he looked the passage leading out of the hole was nowhere in sight. He became a belligerent, stubborn and defiant man the likes of which I had never seen. And I have watched plenty of stuff on truTV, A&E and ID about how alcoholism affects people. It is literal hell.

Dark humor and violence becomes the norm.

Holding a lighter with its flame on merely four inches from a social security check is now the most hilarious thing anyone could ever laugh at, and if you tell him to stop, he moves the two closer by an inch and smiles wider like a devil.

The man who raised a raid guild on Tom Clancy's The Division 2 is now the usurper king of a glass castle.

And no volume of screaming to stop, swearing, threats to call the police or any attempt to make it stop will tame the beast.

Two years have gone by since then.

And I hope I never have to live them again.

Heed my words carefully, friend, you have literally tasted the most evil thing the Devil Lucifer himself placed on Earth.

I URGE YOU WITH THE HEART OF A PLEIADIAN SOUL TO GET THAT TASTE OUT OF YOUR MIND, FORGET HOW NUMB IT MADE YOU FEEL, AND SAY ONLY NO.

Because if you don't?

You won't be the only one regretting it.

If there is anything I should be remembered for, no matter how minute it is, it should be this, my loving warning to a friend I do not know.
 
It helps with physical pain, mental pain,spiritual pain, and pain of things not understood.
 
The first time I got truly drunk was in my early 20s. What I remember was a wild time with some other people who were also quite drunk. Loss of inhibitions, loss of clothing (LOL!)... followed by extreme nausea and bowing to the porcelain throne. Crawled back into the rustbucket van I was living in and fell asleep. The next day waking up dizzy and still nauseous. Didn't recover until the day after that. If I'd known to hydrate a lot along with the drinking, things wouldn't have gone so bad.

Much too responsible to ever drive drunk.

There is a very fine line for me between tipsy and feeling good and drunk and puking. I never really enjoyed getting drunk because I tended to get sick. And if you are getting drunk as part of a group, you do not know how it will affect others. There are such things as a sad drunk, an out of control drunk, and a mean drunk.

When I was young if I wanted to be inebriated, there was pot and various psychedelic drugs. Never left me sick or anxious and the high was much more interesting.

Fast forward 3 decades. After my wife got a certificate in wine appreciation from a local college course I started drinking a bit more. I developed a tolerance and stopped getting sick. Even developed a taste for craft beer, sipping whiskey, certain cocktails, and good rum. Now I have a glass or two before bedtime and can get farther down the road to silliness without being sick.

I still don't get seriously drunk. Much too unpleasant.
 
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Similar experience. I laughed a lot. I drank for years and it was amazing. Eventually I got bored with it, and now I can't drink anyway because of medication.
 
Amateurs. I could tell some stories here about drinking. And cocaine. And LSD. And crack aka cocaine. Meth. Shrooms, grew my own, still could. Marijuana, I was a federal trafficker of it for some years and a grower. Blah blah blah. I agree with uber scout. Do a 180 right now. Drugs suck the life outta ya. I never would have done coke crack or meth if I hadn't been drinking first. I don't and haven't done the other crap except the weed in a looooong time, but I still drink. Dumb. Very addicting especially for someone like me and probably you. It really let's you not feel the anxiety for a bit. It's numbing. Ahhh numb. Numb = dumb. Run run run run run, cause over the long. Uh run it isn't fun.
 
I did not even have to read a single letter of your thread before I knew exactly what to tell you.

You have just stumbled upon the path to a cave that once you walk past the entrance of that cave, you will literally be walking through hell and back to recover from it.

So I am going to put a sign in front of that cave that says this:

TURN. BACK. NOW.

Maddog went into this cave once. And when he did, not only did he not want to be saved, he fell deeper into it until he found a hole in the cave that was so deep and dark that everywhere he looked the passage leading out of the hole was nowhere in sight. He became a belligerent, stubborn and defiant man the likes of which I had never seen. And I have watched plenty of stuff on truTV, A&E and ID about how alcoholism affects people. It is literal hell.

Dark humor and violence becomes the norm.

Holding a lighter with its flame on merely four inches from a social security check is now the most hilarious thing anyone could ever laugh at, and if you tell him to stop, he moves the two closer by an inch and smiles wider like a devil.

The man who raised a raid guild on Tom Clancy's The Division 2 is now the usurper king of a glass castle.

And no volume of screaming to stop, swearing, threats to call the police or any attempt to make it stop will tame the beast.

Two years have gone by since then.

And I hope I never have to live them again.

Heed my words carefully, friend, you have literally tasted the most evil thing the Devil Lucifer himself placed on Earth.

I URGE YOU WITH THE HEART OF A PLEIADIAN SOUL TO GET THAT TASTE OUT OF YOUR MIND, FORGET HOW NUMB IT MADE YOU FEEL, AND SAY ONLY NO.

Because if you don't?

You won't be the only one regretting it.

If there is anything I should be remembered for, no matter how minute it is, it should be this, my loving warning to a friend I do not know.
Ok I won't drink beer again, even if it feels good. Alright? Also what or who is maddog? Do you mean Maddox or something?
 
Seems a little silly to completely abstain from alcohol from the beginning out of some sort of inflated fear. That's like those DARE programs that tell you to JUST SAY NO. The fact that someone's dad "became" a horrible person from their alcoholism shouldn't be much of a deterrent.
 
Seems a little silly to completely abstain from alcohol from the beginning out of some sort of inflated fear. That's like those DARE programs that tell you to JUST SAY NO. The fact that someone's dad "became" a horrible person from their alcoholism shouldn't be much of a deterrent.
But what if I keep trying to chase after the feeling of getting drunk for the first couple of times after it doesn't feel as good? I don't want anything like that to happen?
 
Seems a little silly to completely abstain from alcohol from the beginning out of some sort of inflated fear. That's like those DARE programs that tell you to JUST SAY NO. The fact that someone's dad "became" a horrible person from their alcoholism shouldn't be much of a deterrent.

Didn't abstain from alcohol personally, I drank in my twenties socially. A good deal of the time I felt horrible afterward, dehydrated, tired, unwell. What stopped me eventually was what I saw and experienced in my own biological family, a slow slide of family members becoming alcoholics. Every holiday was a drunkfest, filled with arguments, nasty drunken rages, dt's in the mornings, hangovers. It essentially destroyed the family.

Began to think that perhaps it was genetic, where two generations back ancestors were alcoholics. So there was alarm that I could possibly have inherited a genetic proclivity. And if so, would I also become an alcoholic? It created a cautionary dread that made me careful. And I think @UberScout understands how that might be, having experienced first hand the destruction and chaos it involves.
 
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But what if I keep trying to chase after the feeling of getting drunk for the first couple of times after it doesn't feel as good? I don't want anything like that to happen?

I don't think alcohol works that way. Ecstasy works that way for sure. No subsequent experience will ever match the first. But alcohol is pretty consistent, assuming you're not drinking daily. You'd likely have far better experiences in the future.
 
Hmm, when I tried drinking to get rid of bad feelings I got seriously ill. Later diagnosed with a severe allergic reaction to the histamines in certain wines, beers, etc. So I smoked which was harmful. I am afraid for some people there is no escape from feelings. Eventually, my compulsive nature set in & found relief in work, service, & study. I found out that my allergy extended to certain medical interventions which nearly killed me. People with ASD need to be careful of drugs & alcohol, our brains are wired differently.
 

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