Day 85:
I feel like I missed a helluva lot yesterday in our group. Too late to go back in and try to help or fix what got broken. A 100% poster caved, fucking gave it up, went back to his old ways. I wasn't there for him, and it fucking hurts a little bit. I remember having a chat with Sir D just about 2 weeks ago and remarking on how impressive this guy's run was and how he kept a tally of how much cash he'd saved. He did this on a daily basis. This guy wasn't much of a communicator to the group and had grown tired of the litany of roll posts in our group thread. To him, the thread must have been his sounding board. I did not have his number, gave him mine and offered my help if he ever needed it. He said he was never much the type to talk about shit with relative strangers.
Is that what we are October? Are we strangers to each other? Do we really have our brothers' backs when the shit hits the fan? Can I rely on any of you if I get in a bind?
These are rhetorical questions for me. I know for a fact that I can count on some of you in our group and I hope the feeling is likewise. For those of you, any of you, but especially those of you in Oct12, who do not feel like you can count on someone in those dire times I have one simple message for you.
You need to get numbers right now and call these people. I mean fucking call them, talk to them. Don't fucking text them, that shit is paltry compared to real human interaction. What would a suicide helpline be if all you had to do was text, "Don't do it, you'll regret it"? Pretty fucking lame attempt but I guess it would remove the guilt right? At least you tried right?
So, what I'm saying is this I guess. We all talk of honor and support and I know it's there, you who read this know it's there, but a shit ton of us in here are missing that train. Quitting is a matter of life or death, let's treat it like one everyday and not let this kind of shit go on without a true attempt at help.
Does this mean the failed quitter had no skin in the game? Absolutely not, and I am downright ashamed of the fact he fell off the way he did. If I am ashamed of it, I can only imagine how he feels. I will not, however, grant him any leeway. I don't care the circumstances of his failure, only the fact that he failed.
Here is what we need to understand. Life is fucking hard people. Shit will happen, losses will occur, jobs will be lost, family will fall ill, stress will be overcoming at times. It is how we react in those times though that truly define the person we are. This is where our honor, integrity, faith, and moral fiber come in to save us from ourselves. This is where building that system of support can carry us through. This is the reason I am still quit and typing this diatribe.
When you post roll, mean it. When you offer your contact info, mean it. When you accept someone's number, use it. I am as guarded as the next person and I wear my emotions on my sleeve for all to see. What you will see from me is a fight to the death if the nic bitch comes calling, bitch better hope she's got nukes because I will not surrender. I will call every fucking one of you to help me get through it and I expect nothing less from any of you.
I am quit and failure is never an option.