So I go to this meeting, right? I know that there’s a certain amount of god-stuff I’m going to hear because it’s 12-steps. Okay.
But this guy just went on and on and on and on about the big, big book (i.e. the Bible) and how his higher power will always be there. Lightning might strike a door knob, sponsors die, but his higher power will “never, never, never, never, never go away.”
But hey, there’s hope for someone like me. You know, someone who doesn’t believe in God (that’s God with a capital G – and lest you forget, God is mentioned six (!) times in the steps so everyone better pay attention to it). Anyway, there’s hope. Because since I don’t believe in God, all I have to do is look at a tree. That proves (!) that God exists. Because I can’t make a tree, right? Ipso facto.
Before this meeting, I was an atheist. But now, I see that trees exist so I have come to believe.
I hate preaching in meetings. Share your own experience of whichever deity helped you get sober. That’s helpful. But don’t fucking tell me what to believe. Evangelize on your own fucking time.
In the meantime, I’ll be working on accepting that I hear shit that pisses me off sometimes. And I’ll be grateful that I don’t have to make the rooms safe for other atheists, and I don’t have to be an atheist apologist. I don’t need to explain or justify my atheism.
Sorry dude, the tree thing just didn’t convert me. And please, telling me about eyes isn’t going to convince me to believe either.
I am so ANGRY I could spit!
<ending rant, stepping off soapbox, regaining serenity>
Thank you for letting me get that off my chest. Hearing stuff like that at meetings really makes me feel alone. It’s bad enough being the only sex addict in the room. Being the only atheist sex addict feels lonely and vulnerable.