Anger is the luxury of other men? So the Big Book tells me so. But I also know that anger sets a boundary. I know that too. I also know that when I point at someone else three fingers are pointing back at me. And—harder still—I know that when I am disturbed there is something wrong in me.
Oh. That dam Tenth Step Axiom. It shocks me back to self analysis every time.
Oh Ugh. What is it about me? in me?
Now I need to go write in the journal, look in the mirror and get on my knees.
Shit.
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