I got an opportunity tonight to speak at a big celebration at my home group. A grand total of 49 cumulative years of continuous cleantime, if not recovery! 15, 13, 10, 8, and 3 years, respectively. T’was a long meeting, which I guess should be expected with all the different people to congratulate.

Anyways, I did a short and sweet talk on what I believe and try to work in my recovery today. I mentioned in my talk how I used to sit in the back during a speaker meeting, so’s I may watch the people there react to what the speaker was sharing. Invariably, I would watch the heads go up & down at one point or another. I described it as being like the dog in the back of the Chevy, its bobble head bouncing up and down.

As I prattled on, I did notice heads doing the bob. So, I guess I hit a good note with some who were there. The funny thing was that I took a nap this afternoon. I had a dream where I got asked and spoke at an AA meeting, of all things. I don’t remember seeing heads bob during that one, but I did have folks (alcoholics??!!) coming up and thanking me afterwards.

Well now, I got to speak twice today. I didn’t stick ’round after tonight’s meeting because I didn’t want to miss my bus. I think I hit a good note there. At least, I know I did in my dream speak. I did good, I guess.

… if only in my dreams …

Keep The Faith*

Indeed.

These are the questions that haunt me these days. Am I depressed? Am I psychotic? Am I crazy enough to be truly psychotic?

Who knows, and more importantly, who cares? I am who I am, no matter what anyone says or thinks. The real bitch of all that is only I know what I think these days. Daze? Yeah, like, whatever, eh.

I am still, continuously, mired in utter insanity. At least, insanity that may just be mired within my own mind. Sights and sounds and thoughts that inspire me to think that I am truly fucking crazy. Nuts. Insane, to say the least.

To which, I ask… “Why or how can I write words such as this if I am off my rocker, so to speak??!!” Perhaps it is the mania that I find myself mired in ~~~ good gawd NO!! ~~~ have been bogged down in for the past months that has put me in this place today.

I try to do what I can in life today to simply be a part of it all. I do my inexorable piece of service within my recovery. I try to find a way out of my financial / medical way of life that excludes me from being a “productive” member of life. I try, oh so very hard do I try, to remove myself from that grinding fuckedupedness that seems to be taking utter control of who I be today.

So. Psychosis Maximus. A simple play on English and Latin words. Fucking crazy may be a better description. Am I fucking crazy today? Does being in such a state allow one to write (type?) words like this? oh, right, I guess that it might be a good idea to let you all know that I do not have access to any type of firearm, or explosive device, or any other form of mass destruction. Shoot, maybe I shouldna said that lest Homeland Security plunks my Blogg under watch… Blip!!! And Fuck You Too!! hehe….

OK. Start with Step 1.
“We admitted that we were powerless over our yaddayadda, that our lives had become unmanageable.”

Well, shit, yeah, I can’t do shit about my yaddayadda and my life is manageable, but fucking nuts. Is there a correlation there? Is this insanity a part of my yaddayadda – fuck that — ADDICTION…… or a part of my fucked up brain? Is my brain so truly fucked up and making my life unmanageable?

Shit, schlemeel, hasenpfeffer incorporated… who the fuck knows?? I do what I do. Others appear to be benefiting from all that. Me? I am still alive. I am still clean. The rest??? I don’t give a good gawd dang about! Shit, like, I’m 54 fuckin’ years old and I never thought (long ago) that I’d go past the age of 30 or so. Thus, I am doing good!!!

Right? Someone tell me I am right…
Right? Left? Bottom? Top? In the fucking middle??!! someone……………

Keep The Faith*

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