Blame it on the Alcohol

Written by

Janis Todd-Randall, BA, MA, EMBA

Stupidbubble Founder

A love letter to bad decisions, loose lips, and humanity’s favorite scapegoat.

Jamie Foxx had the whole club chanting, “Blame it on the Goose…” and we’ve been pledging allegiance to the Goose, the Henny, the Patrón—even that boxed wine from the corner store—ever since.

Here’s the reality check: the booze didn’t make you do anything. It just handed courage to the parts of you you won’t admit are there.

Alcohol: The Messiest Truth Serum

Your drink doesn’t come with a personality transplant. Alcohol isn’t a magician—it’s a magnifier. It doesn’t invent the mean streak, the reckless text, or the petty meltdown. It drags them out of the basement, gives them a mic, and cranks the volume. Three shots in? That’s not tequila talking; that’s you, filter off.

The Alter Ego Myth

We romanticize Drunk Us. “I’m a fun drunk.” “I’m a flirty drunk.” “I’m a mean drunk—only when provoked.”
If you’re consistently a mean drunk, you’re just mean with better PR when sober. And if you become a hot, exhausting mess every time you drink—that’s not fun. That’s a pattern.

The “Sorry, I Was Drunk” Hall Pass

“Sorry, I was drunk” is adult peek-a-boo for accountability. Cheated? Blame the vodka. Fought your best friend? Blame the whiskey. Showed your entire toxic ass on Live? Blame the mimosas.
Let’s call it: booze doesn’t build your character—it exposes it. If alcohol keeps unveiling chaos, there’s chaos to address.

Why the Buzz Beats the Boring Truth

You’re not only drinking to relax—you’re muting the voice that says “act right,” numbing emptiness, borrowing false courage to say what you swallow sober. That’s a Band-Aid on a bullet wound. You wake up still bleeding and blame the bar.

Have Your Drinks—But Stay Real

This isn’t prohibition. Toast your people, enjoy the cocktail. But if every sip is an excuse to unleash your inner wrecking ball, it’s time for help, not heavier pours. Be grown enough to admit: “It wasn’t just the alcohol. It was me. Sober me has work to do.”

Life Lesson

If the drink reveals it, you must heal it. Stop blaming the bottle and start fixing the pattern.

The Stupidbubble Accountability Play (start this week)

Name the pattern. What keeps appearing “only when I drink”? Write the exact behavior.

• Set a boundary with yourself. Caps, cutbacks, or a season of none—choose a rule you’ll actually keep.
• Replace the crutch. Therapy, breathwork, movement, real conversations. Courage that isn’t liquid.
• Repair what you broke. Apologize without alcohol alibis. Make amends with actions, not explanations.
• Track the receipts. Fewer messes? Faster recovery? That’s progress. Keep going.

Everybody has a stupidbubble. Some stay trapped. Some break it. We turn ours into power.

Bottom line: Alcohol didn’t make you cheat, fight, or text your toxic ex. Own it. Then rebuild it.

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Now your turn:

What’s the wildest shit you’ve ever blamed on alcohol?
Drop your stories below. No judgment — "Everybody has a Stupidbubble."
Let’s laugh, cringe, and maybe promise ourselves to keep the filter on — Goose or no damn Goose. 🥂🔥

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