DOOOOOOO (High pitched emergency broadcast sound) WE INTERRUPT THIS SERIES..

We interrupt this series on perception to talk about lack of perception. Specifically alcohol -induced numbing and dumbing down of the cerebral cortex.

As Lewis Black and Napoleon Dynamite would both exclaim: IDIOT!

As our beloved mentor (Pascal) notes above, too little wine and we cannot see the truth, too much, it's even worse.

Without too much detail I sent too much alcohol into my system thus resulting in what is diagrammed above.

You wake up and understand that you may have said and done some very bad things. Worse, you do not remember them.

Your first temptation is to gloss over it like it never happened.

This never works, unless of course you are in a classic co-dependent relationship which will cascade into all manner of nonsense. That, or you live alone, and do not necessarily need to see these people again.

I am not in a co-dependent relationship. And I live with e very beautiful and intelligent woman. Thus I get the honor of having to take stock solely for my own actions. I was not provoked in any way, nor challenged.

It was all solely me.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

When you are drunk you say stupid things you cannot remember later. You vaguely remember being stupid, but have no particulars. This is called blackout, which is a bit like being soul-less. You are awake, but you are not really present in any real way. And your soul-less being wanders around saying stupid things and expelling it's own soul-less nonsense until you finally (and with narcissistic self-pity) are either arrested or slump into the bed.

Meanwhile the wreckage you have left behind may be considerable.

Thus Morning Doom.

Now if you live with a very mature person, who is humble and circumspect, you may at least have a dialogue. They know this Morning Doom, and while you will still have to answer for your words and actions, they are not heard without some measure of compassion.

We all fuck up.

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But this is anti-perception. Or, at the time non-perception.

Alcohol begins to sedate the brain and shut whole systems in it down...one by one.

Think of turning off a building at the trip switches.

It's one thing to shut off areas that are unused or are perhaps in danger of over-amping. But when you turn off the security system, tele-communications and other vital functions you are in deep kimshee and at risk.

Or maybe it is like switching off the instrument panel on a 747. Sure, you know how to fly and you can see...but I do not like your chances.

Grounded perception is replaced with a swirl of other perceptions. Some are real...others are not at all. As you pilot your aircraft you will skip off these pieces of jumbled information. Some will be solid (unless you are three sheets to the wind) but in all cases you will over-react to things around you and utter miss other relevant data at the same time.

In fact, once your instrument panel is off, you will have the hubris to navigate by the stars. Until you realize (often too late) that one of them is moving and is another plane.

Fuck.

While this is going on some of your own hidden demons will emerge from the cargo hold. Secret fears, past issues...insecurities that have nothing to do with the safe passage and landing of your flight will pop the hatches and come up like terrorists to take over your already blinded plane.

These terrorists, if you rip off there masks, look strangely familiar.

In short: Dipshit behavior will ensue. God help your passengers.

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It is an utterly muted perception, as opposed to our series which is about seeing other realities. I hope to get to some of that today. But just now I am still suffering from my own embarrassing lack of perception.

Yeah. Somehow the plane landed. But it was dicey. And there was yelling involved. And a few of the passengers were scared and may think twice about booking another flight.

IDIOT.