Silent Scorn

The most powerful action we alcoholics have devised to show disapproval without so much as uttering a word is silent scorn. It starts with the look, our countenance that exudes our disdain. The energy our body reads from the muscles in our face clouds our thoughts so our mental sky is fully occluded. We don’t utter a word in silent scorn it carries with it a language all its own that those around us hear loud and clear as if we were using a sword to slice them to ribbons. Powerful it is this silent scorn and the spoken variety is but a butter knife in comparison.

How do we escape its demonic control over us? It is not easy because this habit we have integrated into our psyche and only conscious awareness can deflect its power. We think we have a sense of entitlement to silent scorn because don’t they know who we are? It flies with the bird of intolerance that we so neatly pack each day in our holster ready to fire. So too does silent scorn bedevil us each time something is not done they way we would have others do it because we have given them secret instructions they should know by telepathy.
We are cowardly when we play silent scorn’s game because we are afraid to face our own virulent brand of self-loathing. We can get help simply by telling those that love us to please warn us when that look seems to be creasing our face.