I'm younger than a lot of posters here, and I've been dipping for "only" three or four years. For the longest time after I started, I would tell myself "nah, you don't have to quit. Look at that guy! He dipped fifteen years before he quit, and he didn't get cancer. Just one more tin. You'll be fine. Just one more tin."
Well, as everyone here knows all too well, "just one more" is never just one more. I kept my nasty habit hidden from my friends and family, throwing away tins and bottles in the night or when there was nobody else around. I knew I had to quit because last night, even when I had to get up at work by 6 AM, I was sitting up wide awake at one in the morning, because I HAD to get in my last dip of the night. From today on, I'm not going to let it dictate when I sleep, or when I eat, or when I do anything.
I tried to quit a few times before, and usually made it a week or two on those times, but still wound up going back. Since I hid the habit from so many people, I didn't have a good support group to keep an eye on me, and after a week or so I'd go "see? The fog is making you a short-tempered jerk, you're forgetting everything, you may as well go back to dipping." But this time's going to be different. I'll have this community to keep me in check. Thanks to work, I'm already halfway through my first day. I'll be going through a lot of gum and mints.
Happy quitting, everyone!
You sound like a young..."us".
Nothing you did is abnormal...for this place anyway. We can all relate. Staying up late, sucking on a dip even though we know we should be sleeping was common place for many of us.
I was a ninja as well. Could not end the night without that final dip. I used to find an excuse to go out every night around 11:00pm and drive the same idiot circle driving around town sucking on a turd.
Down Harper to 10 mile, over to Little Mack to Masonic back to Harper to 13 mile where I would pull into Wendy's parking lot, throw away my spitter into their trash can, pop my trunk and hide my tin in the wheel well that held my tire jack.
Like clock work...FOR YEARS.
I can remember thinking most times, "why the fuck am I doing this? It's late, my jaw hurts, my tongue hurts, I'm getting no buzz, and it tastes like shit".
Yet I did the same fucking thing over and over and over and over again.
Why?
Because I'm a nicotine addict, and so are you.
I wasn't doing it because I wanted to. I was doing it because according to my brain, I HAD to. What bullshit.
It took a very scary event to open my eyes and quit. It wasn't until then that I saw dip for the lie that it is.
This place really opened my eyes.
You're smarter than I ever was. You're taking control now and coming here will be one of the best decisions you will ever make.
Stick around. Post roll, read, ask questions...get involved. Quitting this addiction is one of the most rewarding things you can ever imagine. If I told you how great it feels to be free of this addiction, you wouldn't believe me.
I'm never driving that idiot circle again bro.
Welcome to ktc.
Quit on...