stoner boi

Coming in to their office talking about having concerns about your drinking, youre trying so hard to stay sober.

them dismantling your concerns, blaming it all on society and social acceptance.

Do you think its "right" to be sober on a monday morning or do you think its "socially more acceptable"

the next time you come in youve stayed abstinent, they suggest you do an experiment.

You should drink as much as you want for one night and write down how you feel after each drink, just a couple notes.

You come in the next week having done so, you feel a little guilty, you definitely got too drunk. but maybe unconventional methods are how this therapist works their magic.

Your therapist is pleased to see youve documented your night of drinking, they point out how the more you drank the better youve felt, more relaxed, more open, happier, hornier.

They suggest making sure you always have booze in your house, and to have drunk at least 5 drinks on at least 4 days of the week.

Next time you come in slightly hungover, that mightve been more than 5, it got hard to keep track and drinking feels so fucking good and easy after drink number 3...

Theyre almost ecstatic, Youre doing amazing. You should now go for at least 6 drinks on 5 days of the week. That makes you worried, questioning their methods, but they tell you to think about if you want to continue their therapy after your daily drinks, and just write down your decision.

You wake up at home, next to some half finished liqour, still buzzed and with barely any recollection of anything after drink number 4, they went down so fucking easy. You find a note you wrote in sloppy handwriting "Cotinue ther apy". The buzz youve got going feels so nice, you have some more of the liquor.

You feel nicely drunk and its early so youll sober up quickly enough. Plus who fucking cares, its your decision and you dont have to be sober in the morning just cause its socially more acceptable.

You're at your therapists office. Youre happy and a little clumsy and youre slurring just a bit. They remark that youre taking really well to their treatment plan, they suggest as a treat you should let loose and get really drunk today.

Why not? At home youre swaying in your seat. Just one more shot, then ill really have to stop. Well, just this one more. Hiccup into the glass, just one more....

4 months after you stagger into your therapists office, you can barely stand, your clothes are disheveled, you slur at them way too happily, hiccuping while your booze belly bounces. "Heyyy wassup!! I jus' g-hic jus' god bagg from a store....i hope 's okay if i dring a lil' -hic a lil' somethin'...hehe" you involuntarily set down a can of beer way too heavy, your bag sounding like youve got a good amount in there as well.

Your foods at the table and they ordered you a margarita and a big bottle of water.

The thrill of getting yourself drunk at someone elses command in a public space.

Having to try to act normal and pretend to be sober so you dont get asked to leave the Restaurant despite the fact that youre so wasted you can barely sit upright nevermind speak a proper sentence.

My girlfriend has been behind on her housework lately, so I’ve decided to make it a little game for her!

Step 1. As soon as she wakes up she has to dress up in a slutty little maid outfit, and she must finish the mystery drink I’ve prepared for her.

Step 2. For every chore she completes she earns one shot.

Step 3. For every hour that passes she has to finish one drink of my choosing.

There is something about watching her face after she finishes drinking, the moment she is still totally sober, and she knows it will just be a few minutes before the alcohol hits her like a truck.

Watching her eyes glaze over, and her body start to sway. She can’t stand up straight anymore, stumbling as everything washes over her.

Before the first bottle can sink in all the way I’ve handed her another, and she puts it to her lips without thinking. It feels so good, like she’s going to float away.