How True is the Truth in Wine?
Jenna (all-American hottie who likes to pick up well-dressed locals at bars): “So that’s why me and my brother own so many guns back home. We like to go hunting…”
Local drunk: “So what do you hunt? Niggers?”
Have you ever heard the ancient Latin phrase “in vino veritas” (in wine, there is truth)? It essentially speaks of people saying and doing things more true to their actual nature when under the influence of alcohol. I don’t really mind a good drink, so don’t mistake this post as being anti-alcoholic.
Most of my drinking buddies have varied responses to the hard stuff. Some become antisocial, while others become incessant nags; some become a little violent, while others just want to kiss you; some exaggerate stories from yesteryear, while others provide you with way too much information about their sex lives. There are a few good chaps that like to get frisky with the ladies, while others like to get touchy-feely with their male friends. The crudest remarks and the most sexist, racist and ignorant blabber often spew out (amongst other things) of these happy drunks in witty little packages which are often stored in our intoxicated memory banks and recounted during future binges. And yet we forgive them because they know not what they do.
Why do we behave the way we do when we are drunk? I will certainly not provide you with a medical or scientific explanation. This however, is my theory:
It is only when we are drunk that we lose all inhibitions. All the fallacious little wrapping of politically correct mumbo-jumbo go straight out of the window and into the spotlight jumps the “real you.” And since there is always the dependable excuse of “oh, I’m sorry, I had too much to drink last night”, we tend to literally let ourselves go when the alcohol starts flowing.
If you take the swaying, slurring and the funny hand movements out, and focus merely on what is being said and done when under the influence, it may often seem our personalities become larger and more clearly defined. Our thoughts literally become are words and deeds.
Girls who secretly don’t mind a good flirt become overly friendly or even seductive in a funny, drunk sort of way; Men who are flaming homosexuals in their private thoughts venture out of the closet for short drunken spells; and covertly intolerant people, when drunk, begin to “whip out” the Gay, Black, Jew and Muslim jokes, notwithstanding whose company they are in. And then of course, our hangovers are invariably accompanied by a surreal sense of regret and embarrassment commonly known as the “Foot in Mouth Disease”.
So the question remains, does alcohol make you do the things you really don’t want to do? Or does it empower you to do the things you really want to, but shouldn’t be doing? I beg to argue that it is clearly the latter.
And so, as twisted as it may sound, this is perhaps why we all prefer an honest bastard to an insincere saint.
Thank you for reading.