May 10, 2026

 My room mate spent nearly half a day "fellowshipping". Half a day? I wondered what the hell he did for all that time-at least four hours-I mean, what can anyone possibly talk about for four hours in one place? This was after an AA meeting, so I suppose they traded stories of their lives before and after alcohol. I can't imagine how any of that could be fun for four hours, or even thirty minutes, to be honest. Yet my roommate and others I've met speak very highly of fellowshipping, as if it were the height of wholesome entertainment. For me, it's the height of boredom, no matter where it takes place. After any meeting, really. Most of the people I've met in fellowship circles are almost all uniformly bland, incurious, and predictable. Yet even so, I am one those types of people who do not crave the company of others-I prefer dogs and cats-and even if I were "fellowshipping" with a group of geniuses, I'd still prefer to be alone.