C. U. Anonymous
Are you all ready to hear about another one of the AZW’s dirty little secrets? Well, here goes …… Every morning when I awaken I must look in the mirror and say, “My name is the AZW and I’m obsessed with containment units. This is all part of my 12 steps program. My next step is to confess and apologize to each of my family members. I must tell them how my obsession has negatively impacted our family and then beg for forgiveness. I’ll say to my children, “Please forgive me for all those Christmases when you had no gifts because I spent the Christmas money on containment units.” or “I’m so sorry I never helped you get ready for school or made your breakfast because I was too busy rearranging my containment units.” Tom will need to hear my apology for selling many of his possessions (cuff links, guns, watches, and etc.) to raise money for ever more containment units.
Big or small, plastic or cardboard - I just can’t seem to ever have a sufficient number of C.U.s. Sometimes I buy them and hide them. When I’m alone, I arrange and rearrange them over and over. Sometimes I arrange them by size and other times by color. The organizational possibilities are endless. I’ve even stolen C.U.s from friends. My world would be perfect if everything we owned was safely tucked away in an appropriate CU. Those little plastic boxes that are divided into sections actually give me chills. I purchased a set of nesting boxes (12 boxes that all fit inside each other) right before Christmas. While everyone else in my family was gathered around the tree opening gifts - I was upstairs alone nesting, re-nesting and nesting yet again. I have to get myself under control.
The people at Containment Units Anonymous have assured me that the first step to getting well is admitting that I have a problem. I HAVE A PROBLEM. There - I admitted it. Don’t worry about me too much. I’m finally getting the help that I need.
