Post One

Hmm. A lot has happened since I last tried this blogging thing. I’m not sure how long this attempt will continue.

I have decided that this time I will post whatever and whenever I want. I tried to conform to subject matters and schedules last time, and it was not a success. Also, I don’t really care who reads this, so I hope to get rid of some self-consciousness that will probably still pervade my writing.

Today I found a monologue I wrota a few months ago and I figured that it works as something to push me past the blank page that this blog was, so here you go.

I’ve been going to more and more AA meetings lately. Not because I’m an alcoholic, heck, I could count the number of drinks I’ve had in my life on one hand. No, I’m addicted to being sober. No… I’m addicted to getting sober.

I’ll go with a friend or an acquaintance, or some bum I dragged off the street to offer “moral support”. Really, though, I’m just there to watch.

There’s something truly amazing about watching someone recover. You go to that first meeting with them. He/She is still addicted and possibly hungover, and then you hold that image of them in your mind as you watch them follow the steps and get their life back together–it gives me the shivers just thinking about it.

Eventually, they’ll graduate, or I’ll be asked to leave, and I’ll have to find another AA group to watch. I’ve moved 3 times so far this year, and once my current ‘holic graduates, the nearest new group will be 2 hours away. I guess it’s time to start house shopping again.

This was surprisingly easy to memorize. I think I memorized it the same night I wrote it.

In retrospect, hearing the opening bit come out of my own mouth (in my minds eye) seems somewhat shocking. At the beginning of a monologue, or anything where you create a character in a performance, all you start with is you. And this character is not me. So by the end, I’m not sure if someone would be recovered enough to appreciate the ending. On the other hand, the beginning was definitely written to shock, so I should be happy.

In other news, I just discovered an Austrian lady that sings such creepy and beautiful songs. Her artist-name is Soap&Skin, for which I have little explanation, although I have heard an unsatisfactory one. If you want a free song, you can get “The Sun” off her debut (which comes out on April 14th worldwide, excepting Austria, Germany, and Switzerland, which already have it) here. Pretty cool stuff.

That is all.