I left my online sobriety support group's meeting and chat room without saying good-nights to those there. I just clicked the X and shut the tab.
I had had enough, for tonight at least, of another person there.
He knows a lot about his subject field, which has everyday applications to just about everybody, but can be overbearing in saying do this, don't do that. Buy this, not that. Etc.
He can also at times go too far on light-hearted bantering type insults to sticking the needle. The latter, he seems to like to do to me.
Regular readers here know I'm a non-confrontational person. So, and figuring anyway that, he being my age, somebody in life has surely? maybe not? he's a boss, so could be hard to do at work? called him out on this, I just left.
I am not going to change him. The only thing to do is change myself, and without confrontation, simply state why I left if he asks me.
This had kind of been building on my side. On music, which kind of relates to his expertise, he's one of these people that claim vintage vinyl is oh so much better than CDs when blind tests prove otherwise. I dropped some brief comments on that once, quickly went nowhere. That was, I think, after I found out this person is a conspiracy theorist on a few issues, so I didn't push the scientific research too far in front of him in part for that reason.
Not in every way, but in some ways, perhaps I'm being reminded of family of origin stuff, too.
Between that and my recent post about resentment, maybe I need to dip into another non-AA sobriety forum more for a while. Kind of detox.
Update, July 25, 2020: Out in my apartment swimming pool, I realized that he reminded me of Mel Birge from Clayton High.
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