"If you go to AA, are you allowed to drink on a moderate basis after you've been sober awhile?" was the curious question George asked me this morning.
"Abstinence," I replied. "You are supposed to never drink again."
"That sucks donkey balls," George said frowning.
I couldn't help but laugh. It was an innocent enough question.
"You thinking about going to AA?" I then asked.
"Hell no," George said. "They're a bunch of religious, brainwashed kooks."
George might be opposed to AA, but he always asks me questions about it. He has this fascination with the subject. I didn't tell George this, but I rarely go as well these days. Every time I go, Phillip, the local AA patriarch asks me if I am sober and miserable.
"Your miserable despite being sober," he will tell me. "You need to work your program."
I don't have the heart to tell him I've been feeling pretty well except for my bouts with my mental illness.
A few months ago, I went to an overeaters anonymous meeting and really liked it. The drawback? It was a very long drive. A drive I can't afford often.