When I’m in Narcotics Anonymous, I feel like I was too much of an alcoholic and, for lack of a more appropriate word “innocent”. Not even close to everyone in N.A. is a former criminal, but when I do get into “what is used to be like” conversations, I’m just over here as a former consensual/victimless/non-violent criminal, and whoever I’m talking to has a history that’s a little more…”crime-ier”.
When I’m in Alcoholics Anonymous, I feel like I was Queen of the Friggin’ Night.
Some of the women I talk to in A.A. have stories along the lines of ” I know I had reached bottom when I wanted to drink white wine an hour before I was supposed to pick my kids up from school.”
Basically, this made-up woman burned her hand on the metaphorical stove once or twice, and figured out that touching a hot stove was a bad idea and she should look into getting help with her compulsive desire to touch hot stoves. Smart woman.
And then there’s me: “I had to burn down multiple houses and get multiple skin grafts multiple times before I figured out that there might be a flaw in the system somewhere.”
I can’t take me anywhere.