“Don’t take yourself too seriously.” (Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, p. 149)

“Rom. 12:3 ¶ For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.” (English Standard Version)

No, this is not a post about Gibbs’ (NCIS)rule 62: “Always give people space when they get off an elevator.” It is about the Alcoholics Anonymous rule 62, which cautions against taking yourself too seriously.

People in general (and addicts in particular) tend to take ourselves way too seriously. This is a human problem, but for us addicts, the problem is on steroids. Here is the story of rule 62.

“When A.A. was still young, lots of eager groups were forming. In a town we’ll call Middleton, a real crackerjack had started up. The townspeople were as hot as firecrackers about it. Stargazing, the elders dreamed of innovations. They figured the town needed a great big alcoholic center, a kind of pilot plant A.A. groups could duplicate everywhere. Beginning on the ground floor there would be a club; in the second story they would sober up drunks and hand them currency for their back debts; the third deck would house an educational project—quite noncontroversial, of course. In imagination the gleaming center was to go up several stories more, but three would do for a start. This would all take a lot of money—other people’s money. Believe it or not, wealthy townsfolk bought the idea.

        There were, though, a few conservative dissenters among the alcoholics. They wrote the Foundation , A.A.’s headquarters in New York, wanting to know about this sort of streamlining. They understood that the elders, just to nail things down good, were about to apply to the Foundation for a charter. These few were disturbed and skeptical.

        Of course, there was a promoter in the deal—a super-promoter. By his eloquence he allayed all fears, despite ad-vice from the Foundation that it could issue no charter, and that ventures which mixed an A.A. group with medication and education had come to sticky ends elsewhere. To make things safer, the promoter organized three corporations and became president of them all. Freshly painted, the new center shone. The warmth of it all spread through the town. Soon things began to hum. To insure foolproof, continuous operation, sixty-one rules and regulations were adopted.

        But alas, this bright scene was not long in darkening. Confusion replaced serenity. It was found that some drunks yearned for education, but doubted if they were alcoholics. The personality defects of others could be cured maybe with a loan. Some were club-minded, but it was just a question of taking care of the lonely heart. Sometimes the swarming applicants would go for all three floors. Some would start at the top and come through to the bottom, be-coming club members; others started in the club, pitched a binge, were hospitalized, then graduated to education on the third floor. It was a beehive of activity, all right, but unlike a beehive, it was confusion compounded. An A.A. group, as such, simply couldn’t handle this sort of project. All too late that was discovered. Then came the inevitable explosion—something like that day the boiler burst in Wombley’s Clapboard Factory. A chill chokedamp of fear and frustration fell over the group.

        When that lifted, a wonderful thing had happened. The head promoter wrote the Foundation office. He said he wished he’d paid some attention to A.A. experience. Then he did something else that was to become an A.A. classic. It all went on a little card about golf-score size.

The cover read:
“Middleton Group #1. Rule #62.”
Once the card was unfolded, a single pungent sentence leaped to the eye:
“Don’t take yourself too *&!# seriously.” (One word has been changed to avoid disturbing the serenity of some folks.)

(Copyright © 1952, 1953, 1981 by The A.A. Grapevine and Alcoholics Anonymous World Service)

Taking myself too seriously is not helpful. It gives me headaches, and I then tend to give headaches to others. The folks who are seriously good at anything almost always have a kind of childlike playfulness about them. I suspect that the best way to be good at anything is to take ourselves with a grain of salt. Some of us need to empty the saltshaker.