Do The Ends Justify The Means?
I frequent Not Always Right and sometimes share the stories with my friends. Usually, we laugh about it or commiserate about it. Not this time.
I’m out one day with a few of them, hanging out after lunch, and I read “Too Bad It Wasn’t The Sobriety Society” to them.
Friend #1: *Nods* “That happened to me once.”
Me: *Joking* “What, you accidentally crashed an AA meeting?”
Friend #1: “Yup, except nobody told me I didn’t have to talk. It feels exactly as awkward and mortifying as the author described, like… stolen alcoholic valor.”
We all stare at her.
Friend #2: “Wait, back up. What… How… Why…”
Friend #1: “It happened years ago. I honestly don’t remember where it was or why I went there, just that I got the time wildly wrong. It was something like I was supposed to be there at 1:00 pm but showed up at 10:00 am or something. I remember thinking it seemed kind of weird that there were coffee and snacks out and so few people around, but I didn’t recognize that for the red flag it was. And yeah, the casual mingling is a powerful distraction tactic. It keeps you from noticing you’ve sat down in a big circle until it’s too late.”
Me: “What the heck happened?”
[Friend #1] turns to [Friend #3], the one in our group who’s known her the longest.
Friend #1: “You remember how I learned to BS people really well in college after I figured out that’s all you need to pass non-technical classes?”
Friend #3: “Oh, yeah. The start of your jadedness.”
Friend #1: “Yeah. Well, this was sometime between that and when I started working at the range and got over my inhibitions about confrontation. So, I was way too awkward and shy and nervous to try to explain myself and leave, but I was really good at figuring out what other people wanted to hear and riffing off of that, and as I said, no one told me I didn’t have to talk if I didn’t want to.”
Friend #3: “No…”
Friend #1: “I let a few other people go first until they got to me, and then I summoned every ounce of my decade of experience with creative writing and roleplaying and all my experience with procrastinating and improvising class presentations and essays.”
Me: “NO!”
Friend #1: “I swear, it was all in the name of anxious desperation. By the way, there’s a reason why I can tell this story so easily and make light of it. You’ll see. Anyway, I cannot for the life of me remember what I said, just that after it was all over, a good few of them came up to me to tell me how inspiring my story was. A couple of them even talked about how they’d been having a really rough time lately, especially after their recent relapses, but listening to me made them want to work harder at it and really commit.”
Friend #3: *With her face in her hands* “Oh, my God.”
Friend #1: “Right? I was so good at BSing that I managed to convince a group of actual alcoholics that I was one. It was a… weird mix of horror and pride I experienced to find that out.”
Me: “What could you have possibly said?”
Friend #1: “Hm… I do remember making sure to slip in that I wasn’t local, so they wouldn’t expect me to come back. I thought that was clever, and luckily, it was true. I’m sure I talked vaguely about myself and instead went into, like, the importance of the people in your life and the duty you feel to them, doing right by them. Things like that. Talking about values and shared life experiences is a really easy way to get out of talking about your personal affairs.”
Friend #2: “You are a terrible person!”
Friend #1: “Am I, though?”
Friend #2: “Yes! Even if you felt awkward, you never should have let it get that far!”
Friend #1: “But because I did, two alcoholics who were struggling felt inspired to work harder at bettering themselves.”
Friend #2: “That…”
Friend #1: “One of them said he hadn’t managed to go a full year sober yet, but he was going to that year. If he managed it, that means I helped, which would be a good thing.”
We all mull this over for a long moment, the rest of us very conflicted.
Me: “So, what’s the moral of this story?”
Friend #1: “Um… sometimes, when you do awful things, everything works out for the best for everyone?”
I’ll leave this one up to the popular vote.