To be perfectly honest, really drunk people make me nervous. I am talking about a person who is inebriated to the point that their conversation is incoherent or terribly sad, they cannot walk without help and logic dictates that they will likely vomit soon. Since I don’t know what they are going to do, or which direction their poor mind is going to take (will they laugh uncontrollably or cry uncontrollably?) I become nervous. Thankfully, I haven’t been around a drunk person for a few decades, but I still recall how uncomfortable I felt.
Of course, the usual things that make most people nervous also make me nervous, too – such as speaking in front of a crowd, going out to dinner with someone I hardly know, cooking for a large group or tackling a new project at work. But really drunk people make me more nervous than any of those scenarios. I’m just weird, I guess.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Liss you are not wierd. We all feel nervous about different things.
I am with you 💯 with drunks.
My abuser was a binge drinker 😪 so yeah, they freak me and I myself am a boring tee total girl 😆
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I am so glad you are with me with drunks! I’m a non-drinker as well ☺️
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husband and I both have a certain amount of Indian heritage, and that usually signifies an inability to hold your liquor. He”s fine with beer, but im worthless with any amount.
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Haha! I think most people are better off without it ☺️
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All overindulgences should make the hairs on the back of our necks bristle. However, we can and should be willing to forgive and help those who are suffering from them.
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This is very true.
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People who insist that “oh go ahead and take a drink. for heaven’sSAKE don’t be such a baby. ” A neighbor at Xmas one year invited us to celebrate, and gave us both egg nog. I asked her quietly to not put anything in my husband’s because he cannot tolerate hard liquor. she laughed and gave him a stiff shot. By the time we left he was wasted, and we made the two mile trip home in about 5 mimutes, full throttle. I was terrified, he was drunk.
The point being, listen to what someone tells you. you may not agree, or believe it, but it’s not about you.
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So true! Why would anyone do that?!
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