Reverend Green's Bible Of Misanthropy

Alcoholics Anonymous and Alphabetti Spaghetti

05/03/19

4:31pm

Alcoholics Anonymous and Alphabetti Spaghetti

4revgreen: I at first thought I should start this post by clarifying some details in my last post that were perhaps not that clear, however something much more important has happened that I feel I need to tell you. Some of you have poked fun at what I deem to be important, which I find pretty hilarious, because at least what I deem to be important is actually somewhat important in contrast to what some other people deem to be important. Sorry, that was a mouthful. I think that I am a little upset. In fact, I am very upset.

Today started like any other day, so I'll skip those details, but around 10:30am I was in the church hosting our monthly Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Being a small town, it wasn't particularly anonymous; everyone would somehow immediately know if you came to one of these meetings. Quite a few people from out of town do come as well.

Our meetings are usually in the evenings, however it was brought forward by the community project manager, (I don't know if that's the official title, but it's close enough) Janet Tyler. I'm not one hundred percent sure on why she moved the meeting forward, but I'm sure it had something to do with the "fact" that alcoholics in the dark might want to dig up graves.

Yes, everyone is pretty shaken up over the grave robbing incident. I mean, why wouldn't they be. I'm sure that if I was one of them, I would be more concerned than I am.

There were five people at the meeting, not that the meeting is really the important thing here, but I feel as though I need to explain the context of the situation. They were all regulars and only two of them were from the village, the other three were from further away probably not wanting people to know they were struggling with an addiction. I got quite a pissed off vibe from them, as they'd all had to leave work short notice to get here, which shows dedication to the recovery process, I guess. Most of the other regulars hadn't been able to make it.

We discussed the effects of addiction and alcoholism on the family, though obviously I am not going to share exactly what was said as that would be wrong of me. Privacy and all that. But we end up talking about demons-temptation and all that shit. This is a church, and I am a reverend after all. We weren't really talking about Scar's type of demons, but more like the "Demon drink" and why God tests us like this. I have this little speech about there always being two tests on earth,one from God and one from Satan. They are essentially the same, test,but the difference is in the outcome, and what you do personally to conquer the test. This usually gets a few nods each time, and sparks a conversation about being strong and getting through what life throws at you. Today, a member asked me if I thought that there really were demons roaming the Earth, sent by Satan. I said I didn't know. He kept questioning me about it, really pushing for my thoughts on it. Eventually I just told him that no, I didn't think actual demons existed because hell is just a state of being without God,opposed to being with God in heaven. It was really quite odd, even though I know I am the reverend in a church, and should expect questions to do with religion.

After the meeting,I go back to my house, intending to shower because that's something I usually forget to do. One of my cats, Alphabetti Spaghetti, was scratching at the back door to go out (I don't have a cat flap because I usually just leave the window open for them. Also, I know,my cat is called Alphabetti Spaghetti. It was just a spur of the moment thing. There's no real meaning behind it). I let her out then turn the shower on, waiting for it to heat up before finally being able to scrub myself clean.

Then my dogs started bark. All five of them.

At first, I had just assumed they all wanted to go outside to, so I went back to the back door, in just my underwear and let them out. It wasn't raining,for once, and the weather was somewhat nice. I'd grown used to the rain, and it was a nice change. But the dogs kept barking, which they never do.