Blacking out is my new personality trait and honestly? I’m thriving.

Hey fellow liver warriors,

So here’s the tea: I’ve been drinking since I was 14 (don’t worry, my liver already filed a restraining order), and for years I was invincible. No hangovers. No blackouts. Just vibes, bad decisions, and Taco Bell.

But now I’m 26 and suddenly… I’m waking up in random places like I’m playing drunk Pokémon Go.
“Oh wow, I blacked out in the living room and respawned next to a Walgreens. Cool cool cool.”

Like?? I used to drink like a walrus on spring break and be totally fine the next day. Now I have two cocktails and my brain goes:

Also, I’d like to report that my hangovers now come with full emotional flashbacks, joint pain, and a spiritual crisis. Not sure if I partied or summoned a demon.

I’m not saying I like blacking out…
Actually wait, I kinda do. It’s like a chaotic little time skip. One second I’m vining, next second I’m eating a slice of pizza I don’t remember buying. Mysterious. Magical. Menacing.

So I ask you, fellow drinkers:

When did your body turn on you? What’s the weirdest place you’ve “come to”? How do you apologize to people when you have literally zero idea what you said?

Let’s bond over our shared trauma and gastrointestinal damage.