I hate survivors.

I hate survivors because
all pity corrupts, and self-pity corrupts absolutely
they smoke
they talk the talk talk talk talk talk…
the one thing they never recover from is their recovery
they live in the past
they shit on love by calling it co-dependence
they have no sense of humor
they haven’t changed a bit they’re still full of themselves
surviving isn’t really living
they’re all the same
they stink of Christianity
they yak about “letting go” but they never let go of letting go
masochism is no excuse for sadism
I don’t acknowledge the moral superiority of losers
they read us their hospital charts and call it poetry
they tell their troubles to everybody except who’s to blame for them
they’re in denial
the 12-step shuffle is addiction minus the pleasure
their humility is so arrogant
we’re all survivors but it’s tasteless to make a hobby or a career out of it
when all is said and done, aren’t we all the adult children of parents?

I hate survivors.

from Bob’s book Friendly Fire