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control_issues) wrote2008-02-24 11:24 pm
control_issues) wrote2008-02-24 11:24 pm
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So, I'm in this program. I'm in a lot of programs. Programs to help me stay clean, programs where I'm supposed to talk about staying clean, programs where I'm supposed to hang around and hear other people chat about trying to stay clean.
I'm not much of a talker, so I'm not really racking up the participation points. My shrink (department issued) thinks that maybe I should embrace the fact that I'm not a whiny, chatty addict (my words, not hers - I'm an addict, sure, but one who knows when to shut it), and write things down instead.
Without further ado.
Then Things About Dani Reese
1. I hate shopping. I hate malls. I hate shopping in malls. There's noise, kids with sticky hands, and food courts that stink like fried meat. But the alternative is shopping in boutiques, and try that on a cop's budget. So when I shop, I rush in to the back entrance of Sears, or whichever department store is having a sale, grab whatever shirts and pants are in my size and cut high enough that I can wear them to work, and pay without trying them on. The whole thing's over in twenty minutes. It's twenty minutes too long.
2. If I called my father, I could afford to shop in boutiques. But that would involve calling my father. I'll take the kids with the sticky hands and the scratchy cotton/poly blends. Any day.
3. I never dreamed about being married. When I was a kid, and my friends wanted to play-act a wedding, I always volunteered to be the witness. After awhile, I was forbidden from being said witness, because I never held my peace. I would always insist that the groom was either cheating on the bride, or that the bride was an unregistered alien and the marriage was for immigration purposes.
4. I realize now that this was transference (shrink's words). I was always hoping that my father was cheating, so that my mother would leave him. He never was, and she never did. Barring that, I at least hoped it was a marriage of convenience, so that I could understand why my mother would give up everything she ever was for one pathetic, ugly man.
5. When I realized my mother truly loved my father, I had to run to the bathroom, because I got sick.
6. I get sick more than I'd like, but I don't call off of work. Ever.
7. My partner is insane, likely certifiably so.
8. My partner is a better person than I could ever hope to be.
9. I am a recovering alcoholic and cocaine addict. Except there's no real recovering from either of those, so I'm just a junkie who's temporarily got enough sense not to get a hit.
10. I might be a sexoholic too, but I don't want to know what those support groups are like.
I'm not much of a talker, so I'm not really racking up the participation points. My shrink (department issued) thinks that maybe I should embrace the fact that I'm not a whiny, chatty addict (my words, not hers - I'm an addict, sure, but one who knows when to shut it), and write things down instead.
Without further ado.
Then Things About Dani Reese
1. I hate shopping. I hate malls. I hate shopping in malls. There's noise, kids with sticky hands, and food courts that stink like fried meat. But the alternative is shopping in boutiques, and try that on a cop's budget. So when I shop, I rush in to the back entrance of Sears, or whichever department store is having a sale, grab whatever shirts and pants are in my size and cut high enough that I can wear them to work, and pay without trying them on. The whole thing's over in twenty minutes. It's twenty minutes too long.
2. If I called my father, I could afford to shop in boutiques. But that would involve calling my father. I'll take the kids with the sticky hands and the scratchy cotton/poly blends. Any day.
3. I never dreamed about being married. When I was a kid, and my friends wanted to play-act a wedding, I always volunteered to be the witness. After awhile, I was forbidden from being said witness, because I never held my peace. I would always insist that the groom was either cheating on the bride, or that the bride was an unregistered alien and the marriage was for immigration purposes.
4. I realize now that this was transference (shrink's words). I was always hoping that my father was cheating, so that my mother would leave him. He never was, and she never did. Barring that, I at least hoped it was a marriage of convenience, so that I could understand why my mother would give up everything she ever was for one pathetic, ugly man.
5. When I realized my mother truly loved my father, I had to run to the bathroom, because I got sick.
6. I get sick more than I'd like, but I don't call off of work. Ever.
7. My partner is insane, likely certifiably so.
8. My partner is a better person than I could ever hope to be.
9. I am a recovering alcoholic and cocaine addict. Except there's no real recovering from either of those, so I'm just a junkie who's temporarily got enough sense not to get a hit.
10. I might be a sexoholic too, but I don't want to know what those support groups are like.