Day 216. Today's post is gonna be a rambling one, but hopefully you'll understand.
First, 200 days ago I joined this site. Why? Well, I woke up that morning, 16 days into what was sure to be another nicotine break, and was a mess. I didn't know what day it was. Did I get my mom a Christmas gift? Did I see my family out of town at Christmas a few weeks earlier? Was there a Christmas? I was sleeping all the time. I missed the Kodiak bear sooooo bad. He was my friend. He would make me feel better. Did I eat breakfast? He was a good friend.
Going out of my mind. Seriously. So, after lurking around for a few days earlier I finally joined. Several people reached out, and pushed me through that hurdle. Then instarted reading the intros....
Can I even tell you what a load of complete bullshit I thought they were? I mean, here were guys (and a few girls!!) talking about how their lives were better and they feel better and their outlook is better and their.... They just kept going on and on. Most of these stories were around day 150 or more. Total bullshit! All they did was stop a habit. Not even a really bad one. God I miss the bear. What day is it. Just a habit. No big deal.
Well, this morning, 200 days after that completely fucked up period of my life, I get it. It isn't bullshit. I logged on this morning and read Srans talking about how he can focus at work and get through crisis situations better. 200 days ago I would have muttered "bullshit" but today I'm nodding my head. To the guys I (using my inside voice) called bullshitters - you have my complete respect.
Earlier this week I went to a royals game. That was one of the few places where I could chew and not hide it. Cool guys chewed at the k! So, I'm sitting there with a bunch of people from work and they start flashing pictures of fans on the jumbo tron. A father smiling with his little girl, who has on a ball glove. A really really old couple in royals tshirts. A shirtless guy with royals painted on his chest. And then... A kinda fat guy. Sitting alone. Looking absolutely miserable. Spitting into a bottle. I can't get the vision out of my mind. That was me. He looked so sad - and all of the other people looked so happy. God I'm glad that isn't me any more!
Final rant of the day. This week I met kc guy. He is so much younger and smarter than me. Why didn't I quit when I was that young? Anyway, he said "looking at you, I would never have guessed you chewed so much!" I've been thinking about that. When I met ob in Wichita I thought "I would never have guessed he chewed that much." This addiction is a sneaky one. We are all different but the same.
Thanks to all of you for letting me ramble on today. And thanks to ktc ...