So for no real apparent reason I decided to quit all forms of tobacco at 12am Saturday (May 30). I have pretty much dipped and/or smoked for the last 3 years straight. And when I say straight, I mean that literally. If I wasn’t sleeping, I was most likely smoking or chewing. And the funny thing is, now that I think of it, I even remember multiple occasions on which I fell asleep with a dip in- so I guess I cant even classify sleep as tobacco free. After reading several posts, I know some of you are probably sitting there thinking; “this guy only dipped for 3 years, what a bitch.” But if there is one thing I have learned, it’s that life moves fast and I don’t want to wake up 10 years from now with no jaw and subsequently no pussy.
Does everyone remember “Pavlov’s dogs” from High School science class? This was the experiment in which Pavlov conditioned dogs to associate the sound of ringing bell with food and therefore they would salivate at the sound. Well over the first 3 days of my quit I realized that I am not much smarter than a dog. It also doesn’t help me that I have continually turned to dip to make boring/ negative activities more pleasurable. For Example:
Quit Day 2 Sunday, May 31
Conscience: Damn I have to go into the office today to get some work done
Subconscious: Oh that wont be so bad, you will be one of the only people in the office since itÂ’s a weekend, so you can just throw a few dips in and that will make the time fly. Yeahhh that sounds real good. CanÂ’t wait.
Conscience: NO NO NO- god youÂ’re an idiot.
Though I am taking this quit very seriously, I canÂ’t help but to find humor in it all. Luckily the humor I am finding stems from realizing just how stupid this whole addiction is.
Keep up the good work everyone.
-Mr. White
