From lunch yesterday:
"I went to an AA meeting yesterday."
Sergey throws his back head and laughs as if I just told a tall tale of delightful mischievousness. Amused querying with regards to age, gender, race, weight representation follows.
"But you're not an alcoholic so why do you go? Ah! You're lonely or something."
Laughing: "You with your [successful life] is a slap in the face of those other [genuine alcoholics]."
Muttering into my plate: "Or I went for the reason I gave you before --"
"You didn't want to go to the store and buy alcohol," thoughtful, "yes, that's true."
To busy staring into my plate to be exacerbated.
"You're like the girl straight from rehab, haha. Can you imagine a supermodel at one of those meetings?" I can, but I poke at food violently with fork instead of saying so.
"You go there to see those worse off than you, so you can feel you have further to fall..."
From last week:
"[And here is why you're so tightly wound]..." followed by essay on the effect of Western culture on the human mind mixed liberally with arbitrarily chosen theory from the field of psychiatry.
Furiously rejected because Mike neither has the expertise nor the credibility to theorize on my state of mind and I'd prefer he just take me at my word.
My word rejected thoroughly as accurate depiction of reality by refusing to acknowledge that there is anything wrong with telling someone who they are, why they feel the way they do, and what they should do about it. Apology for upsetting me "so much" and promise "not to challenge my worldview" offered as compromise.
Calculating how long before my five year ban on purchasing firearms is up. Two years, three?