vodka, aka truth serum

Just when I thought my head was screwed on straight it whirls right back around like that chick in The Exorcism. Why do you do this to me? I thought I was better than that but apparently I'm not, and surprisingly I'm not too ashamed to discover this about myself. Maybe it's the fact that it's so wrong makes me feel so good about it?

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't it 'cause you're really scared... because it's wrong, and it's bad, and we shouldn't?"