Five days ago I quit smoking. I can’t adequately describe the discomfort, both mental and physical, that accompanies this endeavor. It really ratchets up the pressure. Last night I had a huge fight with my wife and demanded we start divorce proceedings. In the end I decided to just pick up my socks and put them in the hamper, which started the whole thing. I wish I was exaggerating. I’ve got an uncomfortable patch on my ass that does absolutely nothing to stop the cravings.
I’m thinking heroin might be a good substitute for nicotine at this point. At least heroin addicts get methadone.
On another note, I’m anti-Podcast. All of a sudden everybody’s David Sedaris. Personally, I could never do it, even if I had something to say. In my case it would just be me reading my posts off a sheet of paper. Hemingway would never have gone in for that crap. Then again, he put his brains to the wall with a twelve gauge.
I’ve listened to a few bloggers Podcast and it was universally depressing. Nothing to say, no style and no charisma. They were doing it simply because they could. Secondly, once I heard their voice it was over for me. Too squeaky. Too flat. Too slow or too fast. A dull monotone with no dynamics. It completely destroyed my image of them and put me off their writing. (I’m not talking about you.) I know that’s wrong, but it’s true.
Maybe I’m too old-fashioned. Or just too old. When I was growing up Abercrombie & Fitch sold fly fishing equipment. They sold clothes too, of course, but it was nice stuff. Kind of out-doorsy business casual clothes, but with more class than the khaki pants “uniform” most people are wearing now. I still have some nice ties from there. Now it caters almost exclusively to the FWRA (Future White Rappers of America) and I’m afraid to go in there without knowing the proper gang signs. Not that I would ever wear anything they’ve got nowadays. I’ve moved over to Brooks Brothers. I’ve got suits or Levi’s and not much in between.
I was thinking last night, as I convulsed from nicotine withdrawal, that some people have really fucked up haircuts. Donald Trump comes to mind. Here’s a guy who’s got more gold than the Vatican and he can’t get a decent haircut. Imagine going into a hair salon and saying, “I’ll have the Trump!”
“One Trump, coming up!”
“How much will that cost?”
“$15 for the cut and $46 for the hairspray.”
And while we’re on the topic of Trump, I think he’d be less of a dickhole if he took a few bong hits once in while. I haven’t hit a bong in fifteen years, but if memory serves, it was the great equalizer. I’d love to see that guy take his coat off, mess up his hair and lay into a pound of fudge.
Good luck with the smoking thing. I quit in '93, the day after I took my bar exam. It helped to change habits that encouraged smoking. You know, sex, drinking, eating, breathing, stress, having a good time, having a bad time. If you can give all that up for a bit, it should be a snap.
It's not politically correct to say so but - even at seven months pregnant - I crave a cigarette every day.
I quit when I found out I was pregnant and every day it's been progressively easier to handle. Actually, even that's a lie. The morning sickness and smoke aversion in the beginning is how I gave 'em up with no problems. Since the second trimester, I've been wanting to light up.
But yeah. . .I can breathe much easier now. I don't wake up hacking and wheezing in the morning. And I like the fact that my hair and clothes smell like shampoo and fabric softener.
Hang in there. It's NOT easy but it can be done. If I can do it, anyone can. Heh.
When my wife was pregnant she (obviously) quit and I tried to quit with her, because I'm that kind of guy.
It never really took with me. I was a miserable failure.
This time I mean business. The first few days were tough but today is the worst. It's all I can think about.
Yea, at least I know you weren't talking about me with the whole podcast thing - totally ruins the mystique of being a blogger thing -and besides that it's take a certain amount of gagetry that I'm just not willing to buy
I'll be right with you come Jan 1st - not going to try the patch though - I'm just stupid enough to try to go it alone
I quit a year ago on Halloween. It gets better. But the first month sucks every time you do it. The good news is, if you don't smoke, you never have to go through the first month ever again.
Good luck, Paul!
Some motivation: my grandmother smoked when I was younger, and I really really hated to go visit her because it meant me and shank hacking up lungs. That set of grandparents both had cancer, my grandaddy died from lung and my grandmother's still kickin' after a double dose of breast cancer. Cigarettes can be mighty tasty (after all that, I still light up on occasion), but they aren't worth that shit.
Been clean for seven years. Managed to quit during a nasty head cold while my cigarettes tasted like shit. Funny though, I still have dreams where I'm still a closet smoker, and I wake up with my mouth tasting like an ashtray.
It's true, the first month is the worst, but it does get progressively better from there. Just beware of relapsing, because after seven years I know just one smoke would put me right back where I started. I still sometimes get that "come back to me" urge when I walk past the smoker's bench outside of work and smell those Marboros...
I quit a little over a year ago.
I used and would recommend Well-butrin (sp due to blacklist), you'd have to get your Dr. to write a 'script for it. Worked like a champ though. Better living through chemicals and all that.
No withdrawal symptoms either, hell I'd quit for a two weeks before I told the wife. Well there was the time I lost my temper and tried to strangle my boss; but that really can't be blamed on the withdrawal symptoms as he needed a strangling.
Hang in there. I've quit so many times that it's easy now (OK, I lie - the first 2 weeks ALWAYS suck. I gets better after 2 weeks. Trust me.)
Anyway - I've always thought that Donald Trump is proof positive that there is no cure for male pattern baldness. I mean, seriously - if there was a cure that worked regardless of cost, donchathink he would have ponied up for it already so he can stop the ridicules comb-over?
Donald Trump has so much money he doesn't fuckin' care what you think of his hair. He's probably all like "I have this hair, and I have this gold palace, and you all can take a flying freakin' leap".
I do agree though, it really really really sucks.
Oh and good luck with the smoking thing, my grandpa died of lung cancer, I saw him probably a week before, couldn't fit his teeth into his withered mouth, couldn't eat, couldn't breath. It's nothing I would wish on even my very worst enemy. It's something you want to do for your kids, if nothing else.
The times I tried the patch I found the only place it seemed to work was on my upper arm. I read on a woman's blog that quit smoking and she keeps telling herself if she makes it to 70 then she feels she deserves to smoke again. I think the thought of never having another smoke is hard for people trying to quit.
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