It's Serious to Me, okay?...

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There I was, minding my own business, writing my next installment on the "Who Ya Gonna Call?" blog posts.

And then..... somebody made fun of AA on their Twitter feed by writing the following:

"Love this. So-and-So just saw @YarnHarlot 's "At Knit's End" in a used bookshop. In the RECOVERY section. Right under the AA books."

Okay. I didn't take it well.

I admit it, I took offense. Call me too sensitive--- but I took offense grandly. I took offense because the person who made fun of AA did it because they obviously don't take AA very seriously.

What? Do they think AA is a damn joke? Do they think it's a catch-all organization for bumbling alcoholics who make occasional fools of themselves by putting lampshades on their heads while dancing the rhumba at Christmas parties?

Well..... let me educate this person....

AA is an organization born out of DESPERATION. It was born out of the desperation of dying people--- people who were dying agonizing deaths, and who were also killing their precious families along with them, all because of the demon named ALCOHOL, a horrible, destructive substance which is addictive to certain genetically inclined people.

And I say "genetically inclined" because it seems to be a condition which is born into some people against their will, burdening them for a long, hideous lifetime of obsession with the damnable substance alcohol, a condition for which the afflicted person would literally give their left arm (and leg, and perhaps another arm) to be rid of....but unfortunately cannot rid themselves of it. It seems to be something that an afflicted person cannot escape without either dying or being killed in a... vehicle accident or agonizing death of terminal liver failure... (as I witnessed during my own father's death in a Round Rock hospital in Austin, Texas....)

But....some of these wretched people attend one particular organization....an organization they hope beyond hope that will help them.... AA. They attend in the faint, almost unimaginable hopes of controlling said demon ALCOHOL---and they do it out of sheer desperation. This desperation gives them the stupid hope that they can STOP drinking. They dumbly HOPE DAMN BAD that this organization, AA, WILL actually WORK for them! (Is "dumbly" a word? It sure feels like it is when you're an alcoholic!) And let me tell you, going the AA way is not a step undertaken lightly---NO, it is NOT a step taken lightly. Because following the program of AA is a difficult, tedious, unpleasant, constant and arduous ongoing task (an AGGRAVATINGLY DIFFICULT and almost undo-able) process taken in the faint glimmer of hope of of helping them control that HORRIBLE, DEMONIC, IRRESTISTABLE THING CALLED ALCOHOL. God, AA is their literal lifeline to anything faintly resembling hope.....at least it is for me....

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Okay, that is all. I am done ranting about the person who ridiculed AA.

And all I have to say to the person (said person who seems to be in a somewhat prolonged bad mood because she sillily (is 'sillily' a word?) allowed some idgity, childish, totally idiotic immature people to piss her off) is this: EAT SOME CHOCOLATE, ALREADY!---YOU HAVE SOME DADGUM READERS WHO ARE IN DAMN RECOVERY!!....

Okay, I'm done...sigh....

(Got that, Yarn Harlot?)

I will now resume my blog posting series on "Who Ya Gonna Call?".....

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