Sometimes Quickly, Sometimes Slowly

Resentment:  Anger or displeasure stemming from belief that one has been wronged or betrayed by others.

Resent: To consider as an affront.

Still holding onto this resentment about the live A.A. meeting that is none of my business and is full of people that by and large I don't like and/or don't respect and don't normally associate with.  You can see why I spend so much time stewing in this sour soup of ire.  Working through it, however.  Staying out of it by staying away from the personalities that I don't really have any contact with anyway.

Continue to watch for selfishness, dishonesty, resentment, and fear.

Never forget that resentment is a deadly hazard to an alcoholic.

Deadly: Causing death; lethal.

Hazard: The chance of suffering harm.

But with the alcoholic, whose hope is the maintenance and growth of a spiritual experience, this business of resentment is infinitely grave.

Grave: Serious, in a negative sense.

Resentment is the "number one" offender.

One:  The first number.

The greatest enemies of us alcoholics are resentment, jealousy, envy, frustration and fear.

It is plain that a life that contains deep resentment leads only to futility and unhappiness.

Anger, resentments, jealousy, envy, self-pity, hurt pride - all lead to the bottle.

Few people have been more victimized by resentment that us alcoholics.

Yeah, why would I want to work through this resentment?  There's nothing in our literature that warns me of the dangers of resentments.  Futility, unhappiness, victimization, all sound good to me.

It mattered little whether our resentments are justified or not.

Justified:  Having a reason, explanation, or excuse which provides convincing, morally acceptable for behavior or for a belief.

Dammit.  This A.A. resentment is justified!  These people - who I don't normally associate with or like anyhow - are breaking the law, ignoring the pleas of our health care workers, and shattering the 7th Tradition.  That's THREE good reasons for my resentment.  THREE, I tell you!  I think that the phrase from the book should read "It mattered little whether our resentments are justified unless the minimum threshold of three is breached.  After that you can let 'er rip.  Three is too much for anyone to endure."

Sometimes quickly - sometimes slowly.  Sometimes real fucking slowly.