Day 242
Wow, the days sure do fly by. Something stirred me to post something in my Intro page and I go looking and find it on the 4th page. Anyway, it's been 20 days since I posted a thought so thought I would dust it off a bit and give my $.02 on a subject...that is caving.
I thought I would post this here as opposed to posting on a particular Intro thread. It was a recent cave that had me thinking but this one particular cave isn't the only of its kind so to be fair I am not commenting on his/her Intro page about it. Here goes...
Drunken-alcohol-induced caves...
First let me acknowledge that I do realize that the majority here direct that alcohol should and must be off limits during the initial stages of your quit. I realize that alcohol does tend to make one feel 10' tall and bulletproof. However, I do not think a QUIT-filled spirit should have any fear of failure by tying one on. In my honest opinion, a QUIT-filled spirit (and one who has made that daily promise) will NOT cave simply because he has had too many cold ones with the boys.
For fear of sounding cocky and arrogant - but if I do, I can live with it, as it won't be the first time I was called that here :) - I remember the first couple of weeks of my quit. It just happened to fall during a time with several get togethers with college buds (and ones who like to engage in said suicidal behavior as we fight against daily) which included, a Vegas trip, bachelor party, and just various nights of lots of drinking and shit talking. At all times I was around those who were using nicotine, both dipping and smoking (even cigars which I used to LOVE smoking when in Vegas). However, I found KTC...and committed to the quit. I made promises daily. During these nights out in between shots, shit talking and shenanigans, I would pull my iPhone out and glance at a few things here and there on the KTC page, and talk to my friends how excited I was about not using nicotine like their dumbasses. It became a game, telling them what pitiful fools they were. Nonetheless, I did what I needed to do to remain quit. And to be honest, even though I was sitting on those days between 1 and 30, there was no chance in failure. No matter how many drinks, my quit-filled spirit would NOT be compromised.
My quit is not special. My addiction was not special...it was a typical 21 year slow death filled with daily cans of Grizzly. But when I figured out that I really could kick this fucking beast, there was no amount of beer or ANYTHING that was going to cause me to open that door.
Sorry if I offended anyone. Actually, I'm not sorry. That's my opinion and I'm sticking to it. I'm just fucking tired of hearing the drunken night excuses.
