8. My Life is
Buffering
After group, I asked Gerry how he ended up in rehab. He said, “My life was buffering. The page I was on looked OK, but the wheel
icon up in the corner was spinning. I
worked, lived at home, smoked and drank my paycheck. My sister kept pointing out how my life was
going nowhere. So, I started taking my
buddy’s Adderall. Not much, just enough to get me moving, maybe jolt me onto a
new page in my life. Before long I was
addicted.”
“There’s better ways to deal with that buffering feeling,” I
said.
He laughed. “Do they
pay you to state the obvious?”
“Actually, sometimes they do,” I said.
If today I
feel like my life is buffering, I will find a good way change it.
Needles Not For Knitting (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Needles Not For Knitting is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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