Life is better when I consider 'Drunk Me' to be a completely separate entity from myself. Here is why.
Freedom from blame: Drunk Me is a tricky bastard. Drunk Me has a fairly brash sense of humor. Drunk me enjoys playing tricks on my officemate that Regular Me would otherwise avoid. But Regular Me has a fairly airtight alibi and scapegoat.
Lack of Understanding: I can sometimes work out Drunk Me's logic, but usually it is a lost cause. Why did drunk Me curse out people we barely know? Why did Drunk Me have sex with sketchy dude sans condom? The world may never know...
Likeability: First of all, drunk me is fairly charming, but not as charming as drunk me thinks, but Drunk Me knows how to make friends and get them to do fun things. Drunk me tells jokes, dances, and generally makes an ass of herself. Drunk Me is a fairly likeable person: a simple creature. At the end of the day, all drunk me wants is greasy food and a comfy bed. In the end, isn't that what we all want.
