And I know as soon as I show any bit of aggression it'll get blamed on the alcohol.
Wagon is on the money. In all seriousness, you're right, it does get blamed on that. And that got me thinking.
Most times, I'm drinking:
a) Out of choice, not need.
b) Because I like it, and it mellows me enough that I'm
not aggressive.
c) As the normal reaction most blokes have after putting up with crap.
But....
'In vino veritas'
Unfortunately it does make us a bit more honest and less buttoned-up.
Couple that with the ease with which our straight-forward no-shit directness can be interpreted by your average civvy as 'aggressive' and you can see where the translation error creeps in.
The irony is that our internal give-a-shit meter is usually on zero. (hence the honesty). And being told we're not on top of it is not relaxing, which should've been the whole point of the exercise.
Short of dressing up in a pink tutu and saying everything in a squeaky girly voice, I don't think there's a better answer than Wagon's mate. In fact, don't buy the tutu.