Not driving drunk is easy. Know your limit, and stick to it. The math is retard-simple. Driving is by far the most dangerous thing you do, maybe next to eating like shit from fast food. By even having 3 beers you're basically bumping that up by 10 TIMES. So the most dangerous thing you do is now 10 times worse. So if you watch what you eat, or don't speed too much, or are generally afraid of others things that could hurt you - driving drunk is easily 20-30 times more dangerous than that. How hard is it to stop yourself at 3 beers, sleep in the car, get a hotel, walk home, come get your car in the morning, or do the god damned math on how you're going to get home before you get drunk? I get that police officers aren't fair, and that the differences between .08 and .10 aren't all that significant, and "you do this all time and it's fine", but none of those are good reasons. I don't even have any personal vendetta against drunk drivers, I just find people's lack of understanding to be childish. I suppose it's the same reason I still text and drive from time to time, but I'm trying to use my own logic on this topic as well.
I stand firmly against drunk driving, that stance will never shake. And while I now hate and despise you for doing it, it takes major balls to admit it. You won't ever be able to justify it completely, but you came damn close, and I can understand where you're coming from. The worthless prick who killed my sister told me nearly the same thing. He knew it was wrong. he couldn't explain why he just didn't care that day, or any of the other days he did it, and yet he went ahead with it anyways. No remorse until the cold moment when he stepped out of the vehicle and realized what he'd done. What he caused. I gather you've reached this realization far ahead of that man. For fuck sakes, just stop with it entirely.
There is close to four feet of snow in my backyard right now and they will expect me at work tomorrow morning. What qualifies as a winter storm down there?
Enough wind to rattle a stop sign and a light dusting. I'm channeling Ken Titus here. Bunch of wussies!
2.5 day week and then a 4.5 day weekend where I don't have to do any goddamn thing I don't want to. If I want to be productive and get shit done, that is my choice. If I want to play video games all weekend, ditto. So, so happy right now.
I'm about a 2 hour drive from Crown and if you packed together all the snow we have in town, you might be able to fit it into a tablespoon. Incidentally, Crown, the DJ we had for our company Christmas party on Friday totally judged me for requesting Wobble by VIC. Yes, he was very judgy indeed.
Our first of the year is coming in. Winds are gusting pretty well. The temperature is dropping quickly. The cold does things to people. Turns them hard, burns their heart. It makes them do mad things. I'm frightened. We haven't enough food to last this hellish blizzard. The roads will no doubt be unsafe to drive. The stores depleted of stock by rapacious fiends looking to stockpile provisions. With my own eyes I saw a throng of frothing people, their eyes shining and black in their skulls, lay bare the bottled water aisle. Elderly were smothered by the wave of bodies; they laid twisted on the floor unnaturally. On the canned foods aisle, I saw a mother stomp her own child to death to reach a can of beans. All of them in hoodies; every last one of them. I can hear the winds rise again. On them the din and clatter of those neighbors, friends, people you know. It's going to be 68F here tonight. I know I will not survive. I only hope this letter reaches you before it is too late for you to save yourself.
It's less about snow and more about sleet coating the roads with a nice sheet of ice. It's been sleeting off and on since noon here and is expected to pick up overnight.
I'm not heartless, I would regret it if I had hurt someone else, but I didn't so I don't really feel any remorse. Like I've said, pretty much everyone in the western world knows someone personally who has suffered because of drunk driving. I think an apt analogy is telling a kid not to touch a hot stove, sometimes they gotta get burned themselves to learn. It's really fitting because admittedly driving drunk is a childish and selfish decision. I mean, I don't go out with the intention of driving drunk or anything. The last time it happened (about 5 months ago when I was in the states) I had a designated driver who I talked into giving me my keys back and then I drove myself home, which I have zero recollection of. Yeah, like I said, I know it's wrong and I don't go out with the intention of driving drunk; I haven't since I moved to Germany. It's something I started doing at 16 years old though so bad habits are hard to break even though I know it isn't worth the risk or the potential harm I could cause. But maybe I've just internalized the rationale that other people are stupid about it and since I've gotten away with it for so long nothing bad is going to happen. I don't know, I know it's really stupid and I don't plan on doing it again, but when you get drunk things don't always go to plan. I guess I probably should just avoid getting that drunk but that's pretty unlikely.
Or...I dunno...do something crazy like get a cab or call someone willing to pick up your drunk ass. Or stay home and drink your face off. I don't want or mean to sound preachy, but it's pretty easy to plan ahead, especially if you've been drinking for a few years. I don't have more than 2 drinks unless someone else is driving, we're getting a cab or walking home.
Yes, for people who have their substance use under control. But if the very first criterion for an alcohol problem is "Taking the substance in larger amounts or for longer than the you meant to", then it becomes much less surprising that people 'don't know their limits' and do dangerous things. Full criteria here Now, carry on with your regular (and more fun) discussion.
I got away with it for so many years growing up I just never really felt the need to actually go out with any kind of plan. Plus, not all areas of the countries have cabs and when you're already drinking underage with all your friends you don't have anyone to call. The bad decision making just kind of rolls over into adulthood when you've been doing it for years and facing no consequences. For a while I'd rather just drive myself than listen to someone lecture me in the car ride about plans and responsible drinking. Nowadays I'd like to think worst case scenario I'd just sleep it off in my car, but you don't exactly make smart decisions in that drunk state. I'm not really a two drinks kind of person, it's pretty much all or nothing.
Aye, I was much the same way with my preaching, quite recently here on this board. I've since realized that perhaps a helping hand is what's needed as opposed to standing tall on a pedestal and preaching about self-control and planning ahead. I won't pretend to know the situation Cult, but perhaps getting some help is a good course for you. If you feel like it might be time to quit.
Drink driving is stupid high risk behaviour, I used to do it often. Not the shitfaced version Cult described, but the 2 beers + half a bottle of wine over dinner and then drive home version, probably once every 2 weeks for over 15 years. Got caught in a full road closed booze trap 12 months ago. I blew .073, asked for a blood test, it came in .059, ended up costing me about $2k in legal fees but at least I didn’t fully lose my licence (restricted for 4 months mon-fri during business hours only, was a bastard) In Aus .05+ and you are in the shit, and it’s pretty easy to go over. Now I pretty much have nothing or just one if I’m driving, it is a pain in the ass though because I do a lot of business lunches/dinners and it almost always involves wine, half a bottle will put you over .05 for a couple of hours. I think .08 is a more sensible limit, I know when I was caught I really did feel fine to drive. In Aus you really don’t want to get caught a second time, if you get caught for third time you will likely be in Dixie country. Also blame and insurance, anything over .05 and all insurance is void and the fault of the accident will almost certainly be placed squarely at your feet, even if you were not at fault. Bottom line, stop doing it, really. Even if you get off lightly like me, it’s still a huge motherfucker and $2k pays for a lot of taxi rides.
My feet hurt so bad. I have to go to sleep if I want to survive tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon: shooting dat resume out, hard and long. Though, that being said, still not desperate enough to apply at Alorica.
OK. Drunk driving is bad, obviously. But drunk lawn mowing on a city street is hilarious. Can we at least agree on this? On a much more serious note. It is apparently F'n easy to turn beer bottles into glassware. I am going to try this on my 22oz bombers. <a class="postlink" href="http://seriouslyforreal.com/more/turn-your-beer-bottles-into-glass-cups-5-easy-steps/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://seriouslyforreal.com/more/turn-y ... asy-steps/</a>
I woke up yesterday morning to a Mercedes on my sidewalk, completely engulfed in flames, with its engine a good thirty feet in front of where the rest of the car came to a dead stop. People really don't respect what powerful machines cars are, and if you drive drunk I really hope you kill yourself before you kill anyone else.
I saw that on 4chan, so I assumed it was some sort of trick. You know, like you would try to do it and then the bottle would just explode and send shards of glass into your eyes, blinding you forever. If we hear back from you I might try it though, because that does look fucking cool.
What in the Jesus Fuck is going on here? I've not had time to check in for a bit. It's the Grey Cup version of Sunday Funday. I'm a little tipsy and getting a ride to the blackout bar. Stay tuned for mumbly drunk reps until 9am
I have come back 4 hours later and not a peep out of you people. Did I miss the memo where you roll up your carpet and hit the sack at the crack of ten? Debauchery indeed...