Election Day has come and gone. Time for the winners to sneer in the faces of the losers. Time for the losers to plot venomous acts of revenge. Time to put a human face on the concepts of Poor Loser and Arrogant Victor. Dance on the graves of the vanquished. Sabotage the plans of the triumphant. How could those idiots have voted for the other guy? How could they be so stupid?
I don't care which political party that anyone supports. The last twenty years of presidential elections have provided both sides plenty of opportunity to moan in despair and shriek in triumph. There hasn't been a lot of middle ground to occupy. It has been Them versus Us. I don't think, in my essence, that I'm any better or worse than the average partisan. I don't think I would behave any differently without the tools of my Twelve Step Program. I'm competitive. I hate to lose.
I came into Recovery awfully certain that your pathetic plan wasn't going to work. I argued until I was red in the face and steam was coming out of my ears and I fell to the ground, frothing at the mouth. You were simply wrong and I felt compelled to prove it. I wasn't interested in listening to the opinions or experience of anyone else. This was the place that I learned that if I listened to people that I disagreed with that I could learn some good stuff.
It's all going to be OK.
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