drug abuse
I drove up to the little store that was oddly located behind a beer barn in a hard to find shopping center. It really amazed me that they would put an alcoholics anonymous group behind a place where alcohol was served at all hours of the night. The place was dark and it was located in a scary looking alley between two buildings. Since I went to a candle meeting at 12:00 at night all I could see was a yellow sign of a triangle with a circle around it lighting the corner of the room. When I walked in one guy sitting at the head of a long worn brown table yelled hi across to me. Feeling awkward, trying to draw little attention to myself, I softly said hi. Before the meeting started everybody seemed fine and happy. They were all talking about that new XFL football they have on TV. There were only about eight people there besides Chris and I. Chris had been to one of the meetings before, so he knew what was going on. I, on the other hand, knew nothing about the meetings and didn't think to ask about them before. When the meeting started one young guy sitting on a couch by himself pulled out a black binder and said "Hi, my name is Colby and I'm an alcoholic, it's the top of the hour, let's get s
I have a big problem with being in places I feel univited in, and this made it even worse. One guy that spoke really made me feel uncomfortable. I toughed out though and sat through the rest of the meeting. He was talking about having problems with his wife when all of a sudden he started cussing, and saying "Those people have problems with their family, they aren't perfect, everything isn't great for them, it sucks like our life too. They all seemed to have a lot to say. I thought maybe that was because of me, because I was a new person interfering with this group. It seemed like everybody knew each other, from listening at the beginning of the meeting, but nobody wanted to speak. When I realized this, I knew I was in this group he was talking about. I also noticed that every single person in the room had a pack of cigarettes at the beginning of the meeting, but they were not smoking them. Having nothing to say after my name really made me feel like an outsider. What was weird to me was that almost everybody in there, except for Colby, had a sobriety date from before 1994. " Everybody grew silent, and chanted "Hi Colby. We went around the room, and out of an hour only four people had a chance to speak. " He was referring to the non-alcoholics that live around him, that talk to him everyday, anybody that didn't have his drinking disease.
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