I bounce into the meeting feeling fresh, revived, high on coffee, enthusiastic.
I think maybe you tend to get excited, get hijacked by excitement.
Yes, good and bad excitement.
Yeah. Maybe just watch that. I mean, if I were you, I would watch that.
“We’ll all read a paragraph each and then share. Today we read from Step 4.” The united nations of accents around the room, the Swiss ophthalmological surgeon, the New Yorker dude who works for Blackstone, pretty bubbly British housewife Kate, the gentle ranga saffa girl, the smiley French guy, the Australian football player.
And how was it with Jason this morning?
Fine. Good! I cant believe his level of patience and tolerance, it is of Chernobyl proportions. Its amazing. We just seem to bounce back. Maybe soon I will be sane and it wont be so up and down y know? Your life seems so clam and sane.
It wasn’t always this way. Even a few years ago, I would react to whatever my husband did and lose it. I would have dreams that I drink a bottle of tequila in his face to punish him when I am mad.
I cant imagine Malibu Barbie Yoga Princess with a temper!
None of us walked through the door because we are sane. Are you calling people?
Yes. Its hard. I don’t know if I am bothering them, I don’t know if they like me or think Im a psycjo.
They don’t have to like you. Its not a social club it’s a program for mentally ill people to recover. Theyre not your friends, theyre more like colleagues, and everyone is deadly serious about their job.
A guy shares about how when he put down the drink he thought all of his defects would go away but they just became more obvious. A girl shares about resentment being the act of drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. A guy shares how he would fight with his wife and start apologising, mid way flipping it so she as apologising to him. He would then convince himself she was in the wrong and plan out his revenge, how he would act out on his next trip to Hong Kong to punish her without her knowing. We drank to assuage the guild of passions and then drank to commit still more crimes of passion. The madness! Several people are nodding their heads.
The meeting ends. I grab my phone and go to leave. I have identified with everything, as usual. At the door I have to touch the last speaker on the arm. Great share. I used to do that to.
Its really... ... insanity
