Mischief

Hello, my name is Chris (that is not true but it's the gender neutral name I have decided to use), and I'm a rather obstreperous member of ETA.

This morning in Utopia, the town in which I live, is absolutely beautiful. The sun is chasing away the darkness, slowly but persistently. This birds are chattering to each other; sometimes so loudly that they sound as though they are arguing (probably over who's turn it is to poop on my windshield right where I look out of it as I drive).

I came awake slowly, taking my time on the journey from the depths of sleep to being ready to meet the day. There was a spurt of quickening in my spirit as I arrived to full consciousness. I knew this feeling well: mischief! It's going to be a great day for me! It's gonna be a long day for everybody else.

These days are usually filled with an irreverence that borders on disrespect. There have been times that I've been called to account, by those that are crabs, (see earlier post for definition of crab) for my frequent laughter and happy rejoinders made to depressing people.

After I quit boozing and using and had been in the recovery program ETA for a few months, some unsuspecting soul told me about an ETA slogan: "Rule 62 - Don't take yourself so damn seriously!" I liked it so much that I had it tattooed on my soul.

Here are a few sayings that came to life on past mischievous days. They are from the writings, As Chris Sees It, which is approved literature (I approved it).

Many members of ETA say that they are happy, joyous and free. I am happy, joyous and expensive as hell. Just ask my husband.

The key to letting go is WD-40.

Many of us exclaimed: "Are you daft?!? There is no way I'm doing those steps!"

"If you want what we have, and are willing to go to any weight to get it..."

"We stood at the turning point." Not me, I gotta sit down. My turning point is more like a "Sit and Spin": yes.. No... Okay... Wait! Yeah, take it... I'm sure... Hold on!... Let me think... No... Go... I mean it this time... Stop!... (repeat.)

The circle with a triangle in it is the Eye of the Ancient goddess of Vengeance. Wear it to ward off normies.

"You are the bricks above my wings." Is the theme song of those who are terminally serious.

Stop waiting for the other shoe to drop: the first shoe committed suicide and the other one is too chicken to jump.

Saying that the old HP doesn't understand human feelings and emotions is like saying Bill Gates doesn't understand computers.

"We will gain interest in our fellows" is not about dating.

Well, I'm off to celebrate mischief and to share my special brand of sickness with the rest of the world. Please don't send me an email telling me how inappropriate I am. I already know that and such statements only encourage me. Being socially acceptable has never been my goal.

Have a good and sober day.