At that stage in my recovery, I was still nuttier than a fruit bat. I was still trying to deal with the flood of emotions I had numbed for so many years. I was still egotistical, yet low in self-esteem, thin-skinned as hell, and barely grasping a concept of a higher power.
I was frequently on my pity pot, if not pissed off about something.
6 weeks into recovery is a mere drop in the bucket compared to years and years of active alcoholism and stunted emotional growth.