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November 20, 2005For The Blog: Rec TherapyOne of the daily activities here that I truly hate is "Recreational Therapy" (or "Romper Room," as I call it.) Where my fellow inmates and I gather in the presence of a perky, young girl to play idiotic games. The games somehow are supposed to teach up lessons about how to stay clean and sober, but I am unable to see the connection between activities that would bore the shit out of a size year-old and my sobriety. In fact, the very thought of going to Rec Therapy today makes me want to pitch a good, old-fashioned drunk. Besides - I don't trust ANYBODY as perky as our instructor. The only times I've ever felt THAT perky in my life was when I was taking amphetamines. On course, I learned early on never to ask "why?" when told to do something here that made no sense to me. I just shut up and do it. I'll shut up and do Rec Therapy again today. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. (Posted by Acidman though letters from rehab) Comments
Personally I find it truly amazing that ANYONE could remain PERKY in YOUR presence! You hate wimmens, and now you hate wimmen "camp" directors! Rob may be sober but his evil alter-ego, who also happens to be sober, has survived. Apparently grumpiness is more a state of mind rather than a state of inebriation. Thank God. This is MUCH more interesting than death. Posted by: robert on November 20, 2005 05:51 PMHeh. Been there, done that. It had nothing to do with sobriety then, and nothing to do with sobriety now (3 years later). I hate perky people. I just want to slap 'em silly. Posted by: Maeve on November 20, 2005 11:44 PMAm I the only one that sees rob as that indian fellow in "One flew over th cuckoo's nest'? Posted by: Yogimus on November 21, 2005 09:21 AMHaha..I thought of "One Flew Over the Cukcoos Nest" as well. Posted by: Mrite on November 21, 2005 07:15 PMPost a comment
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