Thread: Meet Bob and Tish, chatting at a party. Bob does not drink, but Tish enjoys the odd glass of wine now and then. Bob tells Tish, "OMG Tish, you are DRUNK!", to which she replies, "No, Bob. I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly fine". Bob does not like this one bit and insists. 
"Tish, you most definitely ARE drunk. You're standing there with a glass in your hand and you're telling me you're not drunk?!" Tish responds, "Bob, it's totally possible to have a drink and not be drunk. I check myself, and make sure I stay sober. I don't like drunkards either."
Bob: "No Tish, it doesn't work that way. By virtue of having this drink, you ARE drunk. You're a drunken drunkard. The more you deny it, the more you're just proving it. DRUNK!" Tish tries to reason, but Bob continues, "You are drinking. You can't see yourself objectively."
Tish, perplexed, responds, "Bob, I know myself. I can feel when I'm getting tipsy, and I'm telling you I'm nowhere near tipsy even. I'm not dru..". Bob interjects: "It's not up to you to know if you're drunk or not. I'm telling you you are. Drunk as a skunk!"
Tish, really unsettled by this conversation tries one more time: "I don't know what I can do to prove to you I'm not drunk. I also don't know why you are being so awful to me." Bob responds: "You shouldn't try to prove it. You can't. It's just more evidence that you're drunk!".
And a final blow from Bob: "And stop making this about you. It's not about you. Educate yourself". Later that night Tish is tossing and turning. She can't sleep... and a little gnawing thought crops up: "What if Bob's right? Was I drunk? Am I still?" Tish cries herself to sleep.
The next day, a still tearful Tish decides to post a video on Instagram in which she apologises profusely for all the times she'd been drunk and vows to do better. Her followers, seeing her bloodshot eyes start remarking. Evidently she's been on an all-night bender!!
Apology NOT accepted. Tish will have to do better. "Go Google 'How not to be a drunk' " one of the followers remarks. ///////
Congratulations, Tish. You've just been schooled about your own drunken fragility.
