For me it was sports. I loved watch sports and dipping. When I quit, I began to hate sports because I couldn't dip anymore and there was a huge void in my life. It goes away and things do get easier.
This is exactly what I'm worried about when I start going on tour again and when my dudes are dipping around me. I'm trying to get the two that do to check out this site for the better. i even posted about this on my tumblr (bennys.tumblr.com)
I can't let all of these associations i have with it affect the things I love so much, its just going to be really hard.
I know they say weed doesn't have a chemical dependence but I was psychologically addicted to it for a minute.. I got over it by throwing the people out of my life that pushed it on me, or the fake 'friends' that came with the culture.. andn i leaned on the hardcore scene in my local community because a lot of the kinds, even if they are 5-8 years younger than me, are sober or at least smart.
I can't just throw the dippers out of my life, so how do I get them to not do it around me or not push it on me? especially when I'm stuck ina van with 3 guys 2 of which dip?
they have talked about quitting as if they weren't addicted and I was the one that had the addiction... should I challenge them?
oh well.. roll is my new addiction. ;) maybe they will see the change in me and want to change. I kinda got one of them into this accidentally, but the other one i tried to talk out of doing this for a long time. the snus is what hooked him in. he was doing that before joining the band. I would tell him 'no man you don't want to mess with this once you start you really can't quit' one day he just started buying cans of skoal edge.. that was that.
btw you think its bad when you buy a can of dip and it breaks the bank.. try living in a van with two other dippers. we were pretty communistic with our cans that would suck to spend upwards of 4-5 dollars on the northern side of the country and watch it be devastated in an afternoon by 3 jonesed mofos.
or try trying to find it in some places - sheesh.
I'm just happy to be done. I feel like normalcy is completely attainable once again.
no more opening used dip bottles in the botton of the van hoping it is not someone else's shit mouth fragrance.. no more frantic pit stops when i've been out an hour.
now I can spend my money on something better - avacados.
i like ranting. it keeps my mind occupied. maybe i'll cut my grass and bike ride some today.
Ben