On Saturday afternoon I leaned my head back against the cement painted wall on the inside of yet another church. The itchy blue upholstered chairs were almost as irritating as the topic: service. I wished the speaker would do us all a service and shut the %$^& up.
Resentments against AA have been culminating since last week and I can’t exactly pinpoint where or why; suddenly everything sounds excruciatingly stupid.
Who cares about how many big books are in publication? Who gives a flying &*#& about what kind of sponsee someone’s been for the day? And why do I have to listen to some whiny-wet-pants grown ass man talk about his most recent bout with liposuction? I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care.
“It’ll pass,” everyone says. And I agree, it will pass…by taking a breather from AA. Boycotting meetings 2013. Bam. It’s been 3 days which feels like 3 months and so far so good. I’m not giving in, or giving up…I’m just inside the safety zone of denial aisle.
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