Retreat!

I went to a men's recovery retreat over the weekend.  I thought it was a little clique-ey. - clearly a lot of the attendees knew each other pretty well from a large men's meeting in the area.  I didn't like the food, either, and the room was beat to shit.  

Other than that, it was great!

Retreat:  A period of retirement, seclusion, or solitude.

I attended a lot of retreats at a very nice retreat center in The Old City, with a lot of guys that I've known for a long time.  Obviously, this new retreat was at a big disadvantage going in.  I wasn't knocking myself out talking to people I didn't know at the old retreats when I had the option of sitting down and catching up with someone I've known for many years but didn't get to see on a regular basis.  Still, I don't think most of the guys I saw this weekend could tell you shit about me.  That's not the best way to be grow your attendance.  I'm pretty outgoing, too, so it's kind of weird when I don't fit in somewhere quickly.   

Maybe they didn't care for me.  Maybe the couldn't stand me.  Maybe some of them hated my guts.  Maybe they're not thinking about me at all.

It was a new thing I tried.  That's the thing about new things - sometimes they suck a little bit.

Eh, what can you do?  I can not go back, I'll tell you that.