My first Monday

It's my first Monday in Rehab but tomorrow will be my second Tuesday, the day after that my second Wednesday and so on. It's because I started on Tuesday of last week but that's not very hard to figure out.

Anyways, I will go and sit for 3 hours in a group of well-intentioned people that all want to get clean. They are a motley crue of housewives and kids in their early 20s, save the older man who's been a long-time alcoholic and another middle-aged guy that smokes too much weed.

We're all led by a drug and alcohol counselor whom I'll call Normie. Normie has never abused substances herself and likes to modify any of our observations to suit her liking. Example: one person says, "I'll do this next time I am craving vicodin," which usually reflects their own way of thinking and individual nature.

Normie responds, "why don't you think of it this way and do this instead," even though nobody thinks the same way as the next person. Well, Normie, if you have always avoided drugs and alcohol then you must be right! Why should we know what works for us if you have all the answers?

That was sarcastic if you didn't know.

This proving I'm no quitter thing has gotten into full swing with the beginning of the second week of rehab.