Chapter 31 Hard to say

Oktoberfest was better than I expected. Everyone has seen drunkenness, but thousands of people get drunk together, so drunk that they forget their identities and names, yesterday and tomorrow, it is really spectacular. Drunkness is actually a gaffe, a loss of normalcy.Normality is a kind of customary herd inertia, which not only brings convenience to communication, but also brings the pain of cutting one's feet to fit one's shoes.What's even more frightening is that almost everyone will become numb to this kind of pain, and gradually regard the imprisonment as natural.Therefore, an occasional gaffe may be a kind of awakening, a kind of salvation.

However, ordinary people do not have the courage to lose their composure, and can only rely on wine to cover and help.It's just that most of this kind of help goes beyond the original hoped limit, and gaffes often turn into embarrassment.This is really a great tragedy for human beings. It is not enough to maintain inertia, and it is not enough to make a fool of yourself.Then we can only weigh the pros and cons and choose one: inertia every day under normal circumstances, and self-indulgence in special opportunities. Oktoberfest, which turns this self-indulgence into a group convention, becomes a unique opportunity that even the most rigid people will not object to.

I thought as I walked among the tightly packed crowd, although I hadn't had time to grab a glass of beer, I was already infected and intoxicated. It seemed that as soon as they entered that area, everyone became excited.Our camera couldn't be quiet for a moment, with strange faces yelling and screaming at the camera, full of crazy desires to perform themselves.At that moment, they were all brilliant, spouting speeches about Germany and China, about human beings and beer, and when they were squeezed away by other strange faces, they discussed that other people are hell.They thanked the camera, and by the way, they also thanked the people next to the camera. One of our girls had been embraced and kissed by those people and her face was greasy.

The dignified old lady wears a blown paper dragon on her head, stretching and shrinking; the old man with a responsible face puts a small wine barrel on his head, bouncing every step.Seeing acquaintances shouting loudly, as if they escaped from death, reunited after a disaster, hugging each other with tears and laughter, but in fact they are just colleagues in the office or neighbors in the house, and they just met this morning.Many young and old men and women confided their hearts with passionate actions on the street. The scene does not look like a lover or a couple, maybe it is a hidden secret?Maybe it's an old love affair?Because of the wine, it looks half true and half false.

Several young people lay asleep on the side of the street.What is even more admirable are the few old men, sitting upright on the stone benches at the noisy intersection, snoring loudly.A fat gentleman in a black suit and an elegant tie, at first glance he should be a minister or a big businessman, with one hand stretched upwards, holding a black top hat at an oblique angle, not shaking or shaking, as if holding a The glass cup is full of water, eyes are slightly closed, and he is walking forward, others give way for him, and he just keeps walking like this. Walking beside me was a well-mannered middle-aged man with glasses and a benevolent smile.Judging from the appearance, it should be a university professor, and it seems that he hasn't drunk yet.But soon I found out that I was wrong. I don’t know if it was the professor, but he must have drunk a lot, because he suddenly felt hot and wanted to take off his pants in the street.

He muttered softly in English: Sorry, it's hot!He untied his belt and took off his trousers, revealing his briefs, but he forgot to take off his leather shoes first, and the two trouser legs turned over and tightly wrapped around his ankles, tripping him to the ground.The people around us all wanted to help him up, but he suddenly became angry, thinking that an imposing man with his trousers off should be waited on, so he waved us away. The two elderly women were supposed to be devout believers, they approached with sympathy and kept asking: Do you need any help from us?This made him even angrier, and with a growl from the bottom of his throat, he tugged on his trousers fiercely, and pulled one of the bottom pockets of the trousers.At this time, a group of young people who were also drunk stepped forward and surrounded him, mocking his drinking capacity and guessing his occupation. He tried to get up several times to drive them away, but every time he stumbled heavily.

The road was already crowded, and he almost blocked the flow of people by making such a fuss. Soon, seven policemen surrounded him, five male policemen and two female policemen.The male police hurriedly helped him up from the ground, only to hear a female policeman say: How can you take off your pants on the street?Look how many people are looking at you! These words made him furious, and he waved his hand at the policewoman: Who told you women to watch it!But after all, he could no longer control his movements, and raised his hand to the policewoman's shoulder. OK, you still do it!The female policeman was trying to find a reason to carry him away, but this time she took advantage of the situation and grabbed his hand, twisted it slightly, and turned back behind her.The other police officers joined forces and carried away this decent man wearing only briefs and trousers with binding feet.Both policemen and policemen were laughing, because they knew he was just drunk at the Oktoberfest and had nothing to do with quality, and he wasn't even necessarily an alcoholic.

At this moment, an ambulance with its siren sounding stopped abruptly, and several white-clothed doctors jumped out to carry two other strong men lying drunk in the middle of the street, and a girl who was crying because of drinking too much. I suddenly found a pair of glasses by my feet, which was dropped by the man who looked like a professor just now, so I quickly picked them up and chased after the group of policemen who carried him.I thought, if he is really a professor, he will have class tomorrow, and it would be troublesome without glasses. Hey I finally caught up with them and was about to hand the police my glasses but hesitated.Because the police team carrying drunks has been surrounded by more drunks at the moment, and those drunks are happily handing over glasses of beer and other food to the police, as if they are expressing condolences to the hard workers, and the police are angry and funny Block back and push away one by one.What would happen if I squeezed in to hand over a pair of glasses amidst the hustle and bustle, and couldn't speak clearly amidst the noise?

Maybe the policeman will say: This oriental guy is so drunk that he gave me a pair of glasses! I can only explain to the police that I am not drunk, but I am not drunk is exactly the mantra of drunks. So I understand that here, there is no boundary between drunk and not drunk.The highest charm of the Oktoberfest is to make it difficult for people who are not drunk to argue. Then simply cancel the self-confession, I quickly put the glasses on a policeman's hand, pointed to the drunk man who was being carried, said his name, and then turned and left. Perhaps, the only thing that can show me sobriety is simplicity and crispness.