I’m sitting at the morning meeting writing this post. The topic is “Being a Chameleon When Drinking.”
All these folks around the table saying they never felt like they fit in with the folk around them.
Well, I still don’t feel like I fit in with the folk around me.
That’s why, after thirty seven years of abstinence from alcohol and other drugs, I don’t sit at the table.
I prefer the chair against the wall.