I know that you get a great deal of comfort, wisdom, and knowledge out of the 12-Step programs that you attend.
I am aware of the money problems and tendency to get involved with substance abusers in your past, and I am truly, truly glad that you have taken steps to turn your life around with the help of these programs. I am glad that you have made such warm and lasting friendships through your involvement in these programs. I am glad that you have found a church (Unity) that makes you feel welcome and holds events that are helping you improve your life.
I recognize that I am at a spiritual and material low point right now, in terms of employment and love life.
However, the solution for me is NOT to join a 12-step program or a church, and I really wish you would stop suggesting these as solutions to my problems.
To clarify:
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I do not believe in a higher power. Not “The Goddess Within.” Not Jesus. Not the Invisible Pink Unicorn (May her name be praised!). I do have complex and somewhat unresolved feelings about life after death and where the universe came from. But I profoundly do NOT believe that any power other than myself will help me through the shit that life throws at me. I don’t think admitting I am powerless to change the things that need to be changed is a particularly bright idea, either.
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I went to your church once at your request, and I could not wait to leave. I don’t like hugging or being touched by strangers, closing my eyes and dancing to tinkly new age music, or summer camp trust and bonding exercises involving blindfolds and ropes.
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There are some areas of my life that could be improved by paying someone to listen to me talk through some things. However, the idea of spending several hours in a room while a group of people yap on and on about their problems promises to a) be very unhelpful to my current situation (I need a JOB!) and b) bore the living shit out of me. Even my own problems bore me, which is why I am reluctant to “share” them with you.
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The current failure to find steady employment in a bad economy in a city where I have few connections can hardly be characterized as an “addiction” or necessitate a lifetime in “recovery.” I am supporting myself, paying my bills, doing freelance work, and learning new skills.
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I broke up with someone. It happens. It sucks right now, but it’s been what, a week? Being sad and missing the person hardly qualifies me for “Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous.” Or any other kind of Anonymous.
Again, I recognize that these programs are very helpful to some people, and that they have been a comfort to you in your constant search for self-improvement and enlightenment. I must, however, beg you to stop bringing me pamphlets and pointing out the nonexistent “addictions” in my life or encourage me to enter “recovery.” Nor do I wish to email your church so that it’s members can pray for me for 30 days, while doubtless performing Sufi dances, holding hands, and reading Joseph Campbell’s Power of Myth.
Thank you, New Age Friend.
Love,
Your Practical Skeptic