to be drunk–but not on alcohol.

I've always wondered how alcoholics become alcoholics. Did it sprout from when they were young?

Were it was just the occasional glass of beer?

I do not for the life of me understand why people become addicted to drinking–alcohol.

They say when they ingest alcohol it takes away their problems. Does it?

Or does it just blur the reality into something you want to see?

And why drink if it just makes your problems disappear temporarily?

Because when the high clears and the very hell-sent migraine comes–the problems are still right there. Staring you right in the eye.

If I wanted to run away from my problems, I'd prefer means that would result in permanence. I don't want to see my problems ever again.

But it seems that's not how life works.

So what then is the need?

Is the momentary forgetfulness bliss? The way the alcohol makes you slur your words and your brain rotate and how your eyes see colours meshing into each other?

Oh well, I wouldn't know.

Anyway, that's not the main point of this writeup. The main point is the phrase "to be drunk.''

And I don't mean the drunk you get when the alcohol hits your system and invades your senses.

I mean the heady-high and immense joy you get from doing certain things that you love.

Being a person who is so easy to please and finds incredible joy in little things to the point that it exasperates me, I'd like to think that I do get drunk.

I get drunk when I listen to music–I've always loved music. Music has probably always been there for me. I like how it enshrouds itself around me. One earpod piece in my ear is all I need for it to consume me, to make me FEEL. The lyrics or lack thereof–the sounds of the instruments. The piano. The saxophone. It speaks with my ears and lets my heart in on it, too. It should probably be a love language on its own.

I get drunk whenever I look through my dictionary and look for the meaning of a lot of words. I love words. Words are infinite. I love how they can never really be used for just one purpose and how they can be applied to different situations. I like that there is clarity in the form of their meanings and their definition.

I get drunk whenever I read. Oh, how I love to read. The art of it. The action itself. I read, and the words on the paper string themselves into images in my mind. It tells my imagination, 'Do with me, what you please. Be creative with it.' I read, and I fall in love with characters and words and writers even more. Because they each yield such power over me–it's a dictatorship I love to be in.

I get drunk whenever I see people in love. No explanation is needed here. Love is so beautiful. I thank Ya Rabb for bringing it into this world. I love its profoundness, its ubiquitousness, and what it encompasses.

I get drunk whenever I look at nature–the clouds, the sky, trees. You can catch me just openly looking at nothing and might think I'm in deep thought when I'm really just looking at the clouds and feeling the wind on my face and wondering how clouds could be so serenely beautiful.

And nowadays, I get drunk watching those travel hauls on TikTok. I don't know whether it's because I'm a very sentimental person. But it fascinates me whenever I see what pieces of a particular country a person took in the form of a souvenir, food, clothes, and postcards. And I'd like to visit those places, too, and get my own little trinkets to remind me of such an adventure.

It has to be drunkenness, given that there is this comfortable silence whenever I do these things, and my heart gets so full words seem to fail me. How it is just enough to be in the moment, and every else can come after.

I can't really remember every single thing I do that brings me such high right now, but these are a couple of things.

and I might not be this–a poet. But I think it’s nice that I find poetry in the little things. In the mundane things.

Are there things that make you feel like you're on cloud nine?

I'd really like to know!