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Is there ever a good reason to get blindingly drunk?
Blindingly? Well, no. I mean, there are good reasons that one would want to get drunk, but none that really require drunkenness. When life becomes so difficult to bear that the only remedy for dispair is destraction, that is a reason to get drunk. But I find that there are easier distractions than those of alcohol. I will admit, they don't do as good a job of covering up pain than inebriation and Cheering Charms, but they also don't result in extreme stupidity, headaches, or nausea the next day. Only the weak must resort to blocking out life rather than reasoning through it. People were born to live, not to sleep, and I view getting drunk out of despair as a sort of... temporary suicide, I suppose. Then again, it's better than the real thing.
As for the other reason to get drunk - the traditional celebration after conquering the long-standing peril - well, I must admit, I would be willing to do that. If I had friends with whom I had conquered some long-standing peril, I suppose. Or, in fact, friends at all. But they'd need to be people I could trust to keep me from doing anything... embarrassing. And people who wouldn't bring up anything regrettable I said. Because that sort of thing isn't the kind of thing I'd like to be known for. But I don't think I know anybody like that, so I doubt I'll be going out drinking anytime soon.
Blindingly? Well, no. I mean, there are good reasons that one would want to get drunk, but none that really require drunkenness. When life becomes so difficult to bear that the only remedy for dispair is destraction, that is a reason to get drunk. But I find that there are easier distractions than those of alcohol. I will admit, they don't do as good a job of covering up pain than inebriation and Cheering Charms, but they also don't result in extreme stupidity, headaches, or nausea the next day. Only the weak must resort to blocking out life rather than reasoning through it. People were born to live, not to sleep, and I view getting drunk out of despair as a sort of... temporary suicide, I suppose. Then again, it's better than the real thing.
As for the other reason to get drunk - the traditional celebration after conquering the long-standing peril - well, I must admit, I would be willing to do that. If I had friends with whom I had conquered some long-standing peril, I suppose. Or, in fact, friends at all. But they'd need to be people I could trust to keep me from doing anything... embarrassing. And people who wouldn't bring up anything regrettable I said. Because that sort of thing isn't the kind of thing I'd like to be known for. But I don't think I know anybody like that, so I doubt I'll be going out drinking anytime soon.