I'm learning lots of things. I'm noticing my ego in situations I never would have thought it would appear.
Last night, at a meeting, dude was sharing how he had 20 days clean from shootin' coke and that he was struggling with the obsession of the ritual and the rush.
I JUST went through that very recently. I was COMPLETELY obsessing about the whole process of slamming coke in my veins. I truly thought I would cave in. I'm surprised I made it through and am AMAZED that that obsession is GONE now.
So, since I had just experienced what this guy was going through, I figured I could reach out and offer what I could.
Sounds appropriate, right?
Wrong!
After the meeting, dude was surrounded by dude's that have LOTS of experience in recovery and LOADS of clean time. I waited for them to shoot the shit with the guy was struggling and then I stepped in. Do ya see it? I stepped in.
I told the dude that I could relate. That I remember obsessing about drawing the solution into the rig, watching the blood fill the barrel and pushing down the plunger. I told him that he should do WHATEVER it takes to get through it (read a book, watch TV, even jerkoff and fall asleep if necessary) Do ANYTHING but use, that the obsession will pass. He was looking at me like I was nuts.
What the fuck was I thinking? I was talking about the ritual of injecting to a dude who was obsessing of injecting.
I should have just told him that what he was going through was normal and walked away.
Even better, I shoulda just shut my fuckin' mouth. Who am I to satisfy my self-centered, egotistical image by trying so hard to the point of being counter-productive?
There will be times that I can help folks by sharing my experience. I need to learn HOW to share that experience before I open my fuckin' mouth again.
I'm a nobody trying to be somebody. This 'trying' cannot fuck with others.
I hope I learned and I hope I didn't add to this dude's obsessive thoughts.
Last night, at a meeting, dude was sharing how he had 20 days clean from shootin' coke and that he was struggling with the obsession of the ritual and the rush.
I JUST went through that very recently. I was COMPLETELY obsessing about the whole process of slamming coke in my veins. I truly thought I would cave in. I'm surprised I made it through and am AMAZED that that obsession is GONE now.
So, since I had just experienced what this guy was going through, I figured I could reach out and offer what I could.
Sounds appropriate, right?
Wrong!
After the meeting, dude was surrounded by dude's that have LOTS of experience in recovery and LOADS of clean time. I waited for them to shoot the shit with the guy was struggling and then I stepped in. Do ya see it? I stepped in.
I told the dude that I could relate. That I remember obsessing about drawing the solution into the rig, watching the blood fill the barrel and pushing down the plunger. I told him that he should do WHATEVER it takes to get through it (read a book, watch TV, even jerkoff and fall asleep if necessary) Do ANYTHING but use, that the obsession will pass. He was looking at me like I was nuts.
What the fuck was I thinking? I was talking about the ritual of injecting to a dude who was obsessing of injecting.
I should have just told him that what he was going through was normal and walked away.
Even better, I shoulda just shut my fuckin' mouth. Who am I to satisfy my self-centered, egotistical image by trying so hard to the point of being counter-productive?
There will be times that I can help folks by sharing my experience. I need to learn HOW to share that experience before I open my fuckin' mouth again.
I'm a nobody trying to be somebody. This 'trying' cannot fuck with others.
I hope I learned and I hope I didn't add to this dude's obsessive thoughts.
