Yeah, you guessed right. I'm back. This time I got a case of sidewalk chalk and a whole fricking Walmart parking lot. And my keepers have no idea I'm at it again.
Figured I'd prattle on a bit about something I noticed. This little tidbit is way cool for me and for many others (mostly normies) it seems to be downright shameful and disgusting.
There appears to be a proliferation of younger people joining our merry band of crazy castaways (OK - to me most anyone is younger).
I have had comments from others how it is a horrible shame that so many younger people are getting forced into recovery. That something should be done (why do they think it's always the government's responsibility to DO SOMETHING?).
I think it's outstanding. Superb. Great. Want more of you here. I spent 38 years getting ready to get sober. That is longer than many of the newer people here have even been alive. For me there's no regrets. The program has taught me that. But it doesn't stop me from telling every one of you younger people that by joining and sticking to a recovery fellowship now you have saved your own lives and have a chance to live a better life - longer.
Right now some of you may not think this, but it does get better (not life - it still sucks all too often).
But by working the program your contribution to the drama and mayhem of everyday life dwindles to little or nothing. Which can be a good thing if your life recently used to look like a cross between General Hospital and Saw III.
By being serious about your recovery you can have more fun that you imagined.
By changing your perceptions and coming to deal with life on life's terms you can have a peace and serenity that you'd never get out of whatever poision drove you here.
So, stick around and stay for the miracle. It can happen to everyone. Even crochety old men. I thank each and every one of you for becoming a part of my recovery...
Nuff said,
Dennis
