Most of my friends know that I really enjoy philosophy. Philosophy, however, isn’t something that tends to come up in casual conversation however. From time to time I find myself in some sort of philosophic argument, whether it be the necessity of evidence to justify a belief or why Ayn Rand was crazy. Every time I happen upon some philosophic discussion, I revel in it. It is my bread and butter. More often than not, however, my present company doesn’t respond well to philosophic inquiry.

Enter alcohol.

A few weeks ago I was out at wine night with three of my friends. We got on the topic of diets and it was brought up that the human body didn’t evolve to digest meat and it evolved more effectively to digest plants. Building upon that assumption, my friend claimed that that is the reason why people should be vegetarian. Here is where I saw my opportunity and took it.

Stealth drunken philosophy trap GO!

After a few drinks, everyone seems to be a bit more predisposed to arguing. Question a drunk’s reasoning and you’re in for an earful. Luckily for me, that’s exactly what I was looking for. Granted, the argumentation can be a little rough on both sides, but it’s better than nothing. One just has to keep an eye on the line between arguing and getting punched in the face.

I recall the moment vividly. It was as if my friend had held up a giant bullseye that was just itching for some potshots. Right after he said that, my mind slowed a bit as I contemplated attacking. My favorite way of starting these interactions is one word: Bullshit. Quickly followed by coy smirk. And that is just what I did.

I’m not sure if I should feel bad for pushing people’s drunk buttons for my own philosophic entertainment, but I sure do enjoy it. Ever since the my junior year, when it seemed like a drunken conversation about god happened weekly, I’ve noticed a steady decline in my drunken philosophy (and philosophy in general) quota.

Now taking appointments for sober or drunken philosophy. I’ll talk about anything. Bring it on.