I had written Kevin "The Homeless Guy" Barbieux out of the goodness of my heart and explained to him in lengthy detail how to make a steady income with advertisements on your Blogger blog. I gave up some guarded secrets doing so. He mainly ignored me and actually changed his blog to Wordpress shortly for which it wouldn't work. I gave up. I realized he wasn't going to help himself and would probably make excuses about not being able to do it as a homeless man even though he manages to stay online all day somehow. That old saying you can lead a mule to water, but you can't make him drink comes to mind. I tried. I have come to the conclusion that he will always be homeless. It is a chosen lifestyle for him. He is homeless because he is an asshole and not because of lack of money – irascible old codger.
Last night found me at a much needed A.A. meeting. I hadn't gone much all week and it felt good to be in those hallowed halls of sobriety. I did take the step of telling my sometimes sponsor, Tim, that I thought I needed to find a less "Christian" sponsor and someone not twice my age. He took it well, actually wishing me the best.
"Let's still go get coffee sometimes at the Waffle House," he said as he shook my hand and smiled.
I sighed with relief as he walked off. Such ordeals always test the limits of my social anxieties. I abhor confrontation and Tim is outspoken. I have actually felt better about my sobriety not having a sponsor than having one. Strange, huh?