Drunk psychology

This is first part of my notes from Vienna trip. They mostly don't have anything to do with Vienna at all, but I didn't have internet connection there, so I will now post them all.

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I am used to dealing with drunk people on the verge of doing something horrendously stupid.

I have learned how to make them understand the point I try to represent.

Which is usually: “Lay down and don’t do a shit.”

Often other (sober or just tipsy) people make fun of me because of that.

They tell me I speak to those drunks like they were children. That I tell them things I can’t fulfill, that I manipulate them.

But it is necessary and it works. No one can deny it.

And by this, I learned a plenty about the human mind.

Drunk people are honest.

Drunks never lie.

And often, they reveal a part of their primal selves.

I believe it made me understand actions of brain better.

I feel like I understand thinking of people around me better.

And I always hoped to raise a certain feeling in people by my writing.

I have never been very successful yet, especially my early creations are miserable.

I had an idea, but I couldn’t find a way to express it.

That is for example the short story I wrote last year for English Writers competition.

I didn’t receive any feedback, but I didn’t even get to the winning ceremony, even though about half of people who wrote stories were there.

So I guess it was just miserable.

But now I know about at least a single person, who felt moved by this blog.

And it might as well be the only person who read it yet.

And it warms me at heart.