Its taken me a while to think of a "plan" for quitting. My "plan" mainly entails just raging against the tobacco, and not lending any creedence whatsoever to the craving. The craving is an illusion and is only there to deceive me. Fuck tobacco. Without further ado.
1) I won't touch the dip. I'll hate the dip. I'll hate the nic. I'll associate it with all my past problems. Although dip probably didn't cause many of those problems, I realize that it was a controlling device by which I made excuses NOT to get better as a person or to address said problems. In other words, I always felt like quitting dipping was priority #1 (over exercising, eating right, developing professional/socially), but I was too much of a pussy to take action. I could never move on to bettering myself, because dip had me by the balls. That's changed now. My life is mine now. Fuck tobacco.
2) When I get a craving, I'll get angry at it and fight back like I would if the nicotine were a dude trying to steal my woman. Although we like to call it the "nic bitch," I tend to picture the craving as a pussy dude who's related to the girl you're trying to bang, but trolls you and badgers you only because you know you won't beat his ass because you're trying to get laid.
3) If I get to a rough spot, i.e. irritabiilty and depression, I'll come to my Intro thread and talk shit, rage, bitch, moan, groan whatever. Kind of like I'm doing now. It'll be real. I might threaten to kill some people. Hell, I may actually kill some people. But at the end of the day, we'll all still be quit if we rely on each other.
4) If it gets really bad, I'll contact one of my KTC brothers via text message or phone call. We'll talk about it. I'll bitch about what's happening. The strength of our brotherly bond (the brothers of May 2012) and our shared experience should be enough to bring me through. Definitely.
5) If all else fails, I'll refer to my signature quote, which was issued by my Dad. Am I gonna be that much of a pussy and cave in the face of a craving? How could I ever look at my future wife and kids and tell them I was a real man if I caved? How could you call me a real man if I made a promise to my brothers and broke it?
I am an addict, and it only takes one to be "unquit," so caving to the crave is not an option. Whatsoever. I'll just flip the faggot motherfucker off and keep tickin'. That's my plan. There is no "what-if" I'm in this situation. I don't want to dip. I fucking hate it. Its cost me thousands of dollars. There's not a crave whose ass I cannot beat. Fuck it. I'm quit now, today and forever.
Thanks brothers.
*If this looks similar to some of the others, I apologize. My main premise is anger with myself for my past addiction, though the formula may be similar. Raging against the opportunities I've missed because of dip. I have no wife, kids, etc who give two shits one way or another. This is for me.
