Sorry everyone. I don't hate you all. I was bar hopping with friends. I didn't want to go, but I wanted to hang our with some friends I hadn't seen in a while. During the night social anxiety turned to panic which later turned to rage.
I snapped at some point and just started laughing hysterically and being extremely mean and rude to people. I got thrown out of a bar for pushing some drunk dude. It was iron-bowl weekend, and I didn't remember that when I wore an orange shirt out. By the time the 4th or 5th drunk asshole came up to me screaming "War eagle" in my face I had had enough. I lightly pushed the guy just to get him out of my fucking face and he fell backwards and knocked a table over.
He must have been friends with everyone in there by the look on people's faces, and I just started laughing like it was the funniest fucking thing I have ever seen.
The day after I felt like a dick, and I don't think I am mentally stable enough in my life right now to drink. I better stick to the hallucinogens.