Bugger!
Had a few drinks. What an effin’ tit! I seem impervious to learning from my mistakes.
One thing of note:
I seem most apt to abject tomfoolery in the depths of winter, when very stressed.
And I’ve done this two days/nights in a row. On both occasions swearing ‘never again’.
This is the kind of behaviour that leads to ruin, or the AA/religion. When one’s own inner strengths just aren’t enough, or just aren’t there.
I’ve tried AA meetings. My goodness, they’re depressing! Or at least I found the March AA very much so. They’re also generally quite late; 8-9.30 pm. I’m usually in bed by then!
I’ve found, thanks to a helpful AA lady in Wisbech, a daily week-day meeting. But it’s miles away… in Cambridge. And smack dab in the city centre! So access and cost become issues.
Anyway, might be worth a try? It’s 12-1 pm, Downing Place, United Reformed Church, Downing St, Cambridge, CB2 3EL.
Here are some pics of this lunchtime meeting venue. It’s a building I’ve passed by countless times in my life. Never once been inside, tho’.
I have to admit I love ‘proper’ olde churches. Anglican, or ‘High’, perhaps? Often they’re quite dark n’ fusty. This has the feel of a more utilitarian, plainer (more Protestant?) vibe. But it is pleasingly open and bright. And I note elements of green. My favourite colour.
I even watched some snippets from this churches’ YouTube Sunday Worship series. Hmmm!? I liked the olde musick with which they opened ‘the show’. And I even quite like the idea of singing some good ol’ hymns. It’s the sermonising bit that really puts me off. Oh, and the whole God/religion schtick.
But when you’re lost at sea, being tossed (oo-er, snigger) about in gales of anxieties and emotions? You’ll reach out for any driftwood… verily, doth the drowning man clutch at straws.