I’m going to throw a few things out here that come to mind. 🤔
I once said that people in this town have a tendency the take out their anger and bitterness and it’s Ernest and hurt on people who Hey oh who had nothing to do with it. I later had to recant that statement. When I was younger, I very much contributed to the negative stigma of young, angry, immoral males -running high in this area. In many people’s minds including the authorities, It’s generally males between the age of 25 and 55 that are the culprit. At least it’s supposed to be the numbers.
Men get all the flack flack for abuse in relationships in this country. Let me tell you something about women and troubled children. Arrogant is arrogant women who are angry in their own right! Women who are bigger and stronger than their male counterpart. My grandmother, a very good woman with anger issues often took out her anger on me as a child -albeit provoked, but never justified. My 4th grade teacher Mrs. Shriver -She seemed to have a deep seated hatred for me and and little or no compassion for my troubled past. Never even asked! Arrogant woman. Call, 5′ 10 maybe… Dressed up all the time hair -done up, fancy jewelry… you know the type! And then there was miss cotton who flung me across the room in 2nd grade for swinging between the tables -when she backed up and I accidentally kicked her(?). She grabbed me by the shirt and threw me into the corner of one of those large oak tables -you remember the ones from the 60s-70s? All I remember about that event is:
•Sitting at my desk crying with my head between my hands.
•A young man’s voice saying “Hes bleeding”. I can still hear that voice today.
• Harangue reboy saying “get-up-and-go to the nurse”.
•Going to the emergency And the doctors praying that liquid-nitrogen right next to my eye (prep for stitches) -and screaming like he’ll (Is it any wonder, my attitude -if ever normal, was never the same again. If there was any chance in my childhood of recovering from what I had been through thus far, that probably did it in -I think satan most definitely had a hand in it). I just asked God about it… “if satan had a hand in it” Heads it there. So I know a little something about women’s anger. Something a lot of other people may not know anything about. When I did my 4th and 5th step in Alcoholics Anonymous Alex anonymous my sponsor pointed something out to me When I did my 4th and 5th step in Alcoholics Anonymous, my sponsor pointed something out to me. Most of my hurt, up to the ripe old age of 28 had come from women. Anyways, many women have no problem letting you know how they feel… In my particular, of late, there is talking and snickering going on in the rooms, among certain groups, while I’m talking. You know the type! I brought it up to the attention of the employee who drives them to the meeting as they are in the are in an in-treatment program locally. Her response “you know they’re sick” -> hence the title of this post. I wonder how many people make fun of her and talk and snicker while she’s talking in a meeting? Nooooo, some people will never allow themselves to be at odds with the group (their peers) -they simply don’t have the courage! I find myself in both a very difficult and unenviable position. At a time when I could use support, even understanding…. I find myself very much alone, isolated, ridiculed.
•I remember when I first came into Alcoholics Anonymous I continue to feel like an outsider -as I had most of my life. For a short while I felt it was up to me to do something about it. In the beginning I got asked out to coffee a couple of times here and there, but after that it ceased. Something felt uncomfortable – Perhaps it was that “old-soul” syndrome. My peers in NA seems quite immature, though they pretended to be mature. That’s when I made the switch to AA. Anyways, I decided that I should make more of an effort to reach out to others by walking into meetings and going down the row and shaking people’s hands. Well that didn’t last very long as I soon realize that not everyone in that room wanted to shake my hand -mostly garden-variety disgruntled women.
•Since I’ve lived in this town I’ve struggled with women the entire time. My dad gave me two pieces of advice on women. When I agree with in the other I don’t (on second thought 🤔) -and not necessarily in this order: “It’s better to be a son of a bitch than a fool” – I alwas took this as “them or me”. But now I realize that many women don’t have much respect for a man who’s a fool. 🤔 “If hes a fool in the home, hes likely a fool outside of the home – and if that’s the case, how are we to survive. If hes a fool then how is that gonna reflect on me?” Women think about such things you know This of course is based upon conversations I’ve had with other women who have had the honesty, and courage to openly assess their own kind with others who are not exactly. And the other thing my old man told me about women – “They’re the most arrogant creature on this planet”.
•I continue to have issues with women in this town – and currently some with women in Alcoholics Anonymous. Young, know-it-alls, who either find me attractive and are pissed because I treat them like every other person in the room (you want to make a woman uncomfortable -show interest in them when they have none for you. You want to piss a woman off -treat them like just another “…body” when they in fact have an interest in you).
I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say, based upon my ever-evolving experience with human beings and my knack for uncommon sense: People [sighs]: have a mind all their own; they don’t necessarily use it properly or to full advantage; they all too often use it to their own advantage; people, far too often, fail to catch themselves judging, loathing, hating others (it’s as if it were a normal, natural, acceptable part of every day life for them (“didn’t anyone ever teach you… “in order to hold a man down, you have to go there with them””) -some even appear to enjoy…; while there is as the old-saying goes “abit of good in everyone as well as a bit of bad”, for lack of a better way of putting it, “I can see the latter littered all around me”. My grandmother had a saying which sums up my feelings exactly (well, exactly in part -I still see good in people here-and-there) “people and there dirty-filthy little ways”; people, in this country as well as many others, are cliquish -we, quite often, are prone towards “seeking out… while in-turn avoiding…” we seem to be content with our closed… selective… towards one another. And we wonder why so much of the time we feel lonely and unfulfilled. Why we dislike ourselves. Why we turn to drugs, alcohol, food, sex and credit cards (did I leave anything out) -> oh yes of course, “not enough time spent at the office” (to be written on one’s tombstone). So many missed opportunities… (to love).
“I’m not telling anyone what to do but rather, imploring them!”