Twice in my youth I’ve blacked out. I remember the start of the evening, and I remember waking up with no clue how I got to where I was. In between, there’s nothing. I couldn’t tell you whether I was still in control or not, because I simply don’t remember. Neither do my friends: I just disappeared.

Other times, when I was “normally” drunk, it’s definitely like others here have said: fewer inhibitions but there’s still a core that can make decisions. But when I blacked out? No idea. I might’ve stolen the Mona Lisa and replaced it with my own copy for all I know.

I just wish I remembered where I put the real one.