A week ago I joined Alcoholics Anonymous and began going to meetings at a center that is near my home that has many meetings of all sorts every week. The people are nice and helpful and didn’t seem to have any problem with newbies in their various meetings. Until last night. I went to a meeting I hadn’t gone to before and, because I was early, sat with some strangers. One learned that I was new and asked what other centers I’ve been to.
“Just this one. I like the people and the location is convenient.”
“You are new and should first go only to beginners meetings.”
“They don’t have many of those.”
“No, you are new and should not go to discussion meetings before you are ready.”
He then took my book of meetings in the county and started rifling through it, circling the meetings I should go to. I balked at some of the locations because they are fifteen miles away and I can’t afford the gas. He retorted, “I guess you don’t really want to quit drinking because you aren’t willing to make more sacrifices.”
I was getting annoyed and went a bit passive aggressive, agreeing with some things I had no intention to actually do and not responding to others. Finally, he handed my book back and said, “I don’t think you are going to do any of this, are you?”
I smiled sweetly and said, “Why, no. I like these people.”
So thanks, asshole, for giving me my first negative experience with AA. I’m sure there will be other dogmatic jerks, but you were my first and I will always remember you. Well, not always since my memory’s shot, but remembering what you look like and that I should avoid you will be worth the effort.
And by the way, the concepts taught are not really that tough to understand. Maybe I’m an arrogant drunk, but I don’t think I need to devote months of study before I can be allowed in the adult pool.