tbh i feel like i cant address anything until it gets “bad enough” like my brain, my back, my stress, my ed, whatever have you. but the thing is like…what is bad enough? i keep waiting for some big Trauma to happen in one fell swoop so i can finally point to something and say “thats why im like this” instead of a bunch of tiny things building up to brain and body pain like its been
if its a bunch of little things, none of it should bug me right?
You know what I want? As we’ve established that humans are a race of terrifying omnivores - eaters of chillies and coffee and chocolate - I want Earth alcohol to kick space alcohol’s butt.
Like I want aliens to be up there going like Winky on buttobeer. Sipping on their malt wine and fermented grains/berries. And sure, they may have great tolerance for that stuff, maybe it just gets them lightly buzzed and then they come down to earth.
And at first they find it very amusing. Earthlings, getting drunk off downing a couple of very teeny glasses of some clear liquid. Then one of them makes the mistake of trying vodka. and it knocks them the fuck out. Like waking up in your bathroom with a new tattoo and feather boa on kind of knocked out. And after that humans become much more terrifying.
“They make alcohol out of everything”, one alien whispers to his stunned friends, “and then,” He pauses to create a suitable air of horror “They mix them together.”