Whoa… I was just thinking about my housemates and their foibles that brought them in to recovery and I realized: I’m the ‘Bad’ One.
I’m the one that used to IV heroin and meth. Despite bringing into the house more money then anyone else, I’m simultaneously the most unstable and dangerous to myself and others. If somebody is going to do something to blow up this house, figuratively, it’ll be me. If someone is going to self-destruct, in a glorious fashion, well… me.
Its so interesting. For most of my life I’ve been ‘good’. Then, in the last few years, I’ve switched more to ‘bad’. I guess I’m good at it, at least somewhat. It helps being intelligent. And it makes life very interesting. Or, maybe I’m just meant to suffer.