I'm Back. I'm Dumb.

[Dlee3]

I posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:

So, guys....

(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.

You buying a can?

As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".

That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.

However, let's explore the question.

I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.

What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?

You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.

Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.

Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.

That's where the enemy is, boys.

It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".

That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.

Yet, we are.

It will be there whether we like it or not.

It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.

Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.

Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.

Proud to be quit with all of you today.

Listen up, this man, this guy this speaking the truth.

You could tell me the whole world was ending in less than 24 hours and I would spend my last moments in excruciating agony and misery watching my family be tortured n front of me and it would not change the fact that I am quit. Circumstances do not change my conviction!

I'm fucking quit, end of story.

Although if someone has balls big enough to torture my family, they will pay the most painful death imaginable. Guaranteed.

What if you knew you only had one week to live.....would you buy a few cans and chew like like a mofo that week?

Happily, I probably already know wastepanel's answer to that question and I feel like it's probably the same answer I would give. Not that his would mimic this, but as for me, I'd rather shave porcupines with a dull blade while spanking multiple skunks. This addiction sucks just that bad.

[Screw_the_Chew]

I posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:

So, guys....

(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.

You buying a can?

As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".

That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.

However, let's explore the question.

I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.

What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?

You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.

Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.

Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.

That's where the enemy is, boys.

It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".

That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.

Yet, we are.

It will be there whether we like it or not.

It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.

Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.

Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.

Proud to be quit with all of you today.

Listen up, this man, this guy this speaking the truth.

You could tell me the whole world was ending in less than 24 hours and I would spend my last moments in excruciating agony and misery watching my family be tortured n front of me and it would not change the fact that I am quit. Circumstances do not change my conviction!

I'm fucking quit, end of story.

Although if someone has balls big enough to torture my family, they will pay the most painful death imaginable. Guaranteed.

What if you knew you only had one week to live.....would you buy a few cans and chew like like a mofo that week?

[eric71]

I posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:

So, guys....

(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.

You buying a can?

As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".

That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.

However, let's explore the question.

I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.

What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?

You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.

Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.

Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.

That's where the enemy is, boys.

It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".

That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.

Yet, we are.

It will be there whether we like it or not.

It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.

Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.

Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.

Proud to be quit with all of you today.

Listen up, this man, this guy this speaking the truth.

You could tell me the whole world was ending in less than 24 hours and I would spend my last moments in excruciating agony and misery watching my family be tortured n front of me and it would not change the fact that I am quit. Circumstances do not change my conviction!

I'm fucking quit, end of story.

Although if someone has balls big enough to torture my family, they will pay the most painful death imaginable. Guaranteed.

[Its_Got2Happen]

I posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:

So, guys....

(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.

You buying a can?

As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".

That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.

However, let's explore the question.

I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.

What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?

You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.

Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.

Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.

That's where the enemy is, boys.

It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".

That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.

Yet, we are.

It will be there whether we like it or not.

It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.

Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.

Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.

Proud to be quit with all of you today.

Listen up, this man speaks the truth.

[wastepanel]

I posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:

So, guys....

(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.

You buying a can?

As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".

That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.

However, let's explore the question.

I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.

What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?

You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.

Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.

Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.

That's where the enemy is, boys.

It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".

That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.

Yet, we are.

It will be there whether we like it or not.

It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.

Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.

Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.

Proud to be quit with all of you today.

[Wade]

I'm fucking stressed.

I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.

Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty.  It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.

Wanna know why?

I'm quit.

I pursue my quit first.  Fuck all these talks of failure.  I choose to be quit because I like this life.  No.  Fuck that.  LOVE this life.

Yeah.  I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish?  It would set me on the same path I've already walked.  Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised?  I don't.  I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal.  I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it.  I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire.  For the entire day.  And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!

Fuck.  I was a disgusting leaf in the wind.  I didn't move at my own will at all.

I'm in charge now mother fuckers.

I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be.  I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to.  Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me.  I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.

I'm tired of these talks of failure.  We do not accept failure here.  We learn from it.

Be in charge.

Be yourself.

Fuck the rest.

This is the definition of badassedness.

[cbird65]

bumped for someone's reading assignment as an example of badassaery

[eric71]

I'm fucking stressed.

I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.

Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty.  It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.

Wanna know why?

I'm quit.

I pursue my quit first.  Fuck all these talks of failure.  I choose to be quit because I like this life.  No.  Fuck that.  LOVE this life.

Yeah.  I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish?  It would set me on the same path I've already walked.  Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised?  I don't.  I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal.  I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it.  I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire.  For the entire day.  And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!

Fuck.  I was a disgusting leaf in the wind.  I didn't move at my own will at all.

I'm in charge now mother fuckers.

I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be.  I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to.  Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me.  I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.

I'm tired of these talks of failure.  We do not accept failure here.  We learn from it.

Be in charge.

Be yourself.

Fuck the rest.

Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.

These caves even get waste in a tizzy. Anyone's cave can open that possibility of using to another, which can weaken everyone's quit. That fact just gives me more of a reason to press onward.

Well, it's not even the caves.

I can't control other people's actions. Only they can.

It's the talk like we're missing out on something or that there is always greener pastures. And I'm seeing it a lot more lately. I'm guessing it's because spring is popping up and that always brings back the "nostalgia" crave. We're in the fucking greener pastures and we're looking for greener-er.

It's so easy to get stuck in a funk and the feeling something will make our lives better. It's all about perception.

I accept that I am an addict.

Have I shut the door on nicotine? You bet. I know the path to success. Post roll. keep my word. Repeat. 628 for 628.

Will I crave again? You bet. But it's so minor compared to the bullshit I went through initially that I have to put it up against that. Those first 100 days I was as fucked up as they come. Emotionally, it left me fatigued. But as I've traveled along, my life is nothing like it was 2 years ago. I'm in control. It does not control me.

Thanks for sharing Wastepanel. You strengthened by quit today!

sometimes I think about ex-girlfriends, maybe one was sluttier, maybe one smelled like red fruit, maybe one had a weird foot fetish thing, whatever, i'm not here to litter your intro with oddities, but to make the point that we all look at the past with rose-colored glasses sometimes and overlook that every one of those exes became and ex for very good reasons.

Fuck yes, someone who owns a set of balls and stands where the line is black and white. There is no gray in this man's quit and there is no gray in mine either. Proud as hell to quit with brother.

QLAFM

268 for 268, just keep winning the day quitters!

[Kubiak]

I'm fucking stressed.

I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.

Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty.  It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.

Wanna know why?

I'm quit.

I pursue my quit first.  Fuck all these talks of failure.  I choose to be quit because I like this life.  No.  Fuck that.  LOVE this life.

Yeah.  I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish?  It would set me on the same path I've already walked.  Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised?  I don't.  I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal.  I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it.  I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire.  For the entire day.  And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!

Fuck.  I was a disgusting leaf in the wind.  I didn't move at my own will at all.

I'm in charge now mother fuckers.

I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be.  I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to.  Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me.  I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.

I'm tired of these talks of failure.  We do not accept failure here.  We learn from it.

Be in charge.

Be yourself.

Fuck the rest.

Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.

These caves even get waste in a tizzy. Anyone's cave can open that possibility of using to another, which can weaken everyone's quit. That fact just gives me more of a reason to press onward.

Well, it's not even the caves.

I can't control other people's actions. Only they can.

It's the talk like we're missing out on something or that there is always greener pastures. And I'm seeing it a lot more lately. I'm guessing it's because spring is popping up and that always brings back the "nostalgia" crave. We're in the fucking greener pastures and we're looking for greener-er.

It's so easy to get stuck in a funk and the feeling something will make our lives better. It's all about perception.

I accept that I am an addict.

Have I shut the door on nicotine? You bet. I know the path to success. Post roll. keep my word. Repeat. 628 for 628.

Will I crave again? You bet. But it's so minor compared to the bullshit I went through initially that I have to put it up against that. Those first 100 days I was as fucked up as they come. Emotionally, it left me fatigued. But as I've traveled along, my life is nothing like it was 2 years ago. I'm in control. It does not control me.

Thanks for sharing Wastepanel. You strengthened by quit today!

sometimes I think about ex-girlfriends, maybe one was sluttier, maybe one smelled like red fruit, maybe one had a weird foot fetish thing, whatever, i'm not here to litter your intro with oddities, but to make the point that we all look at the past with rose-colored glasses sometimes and overlook that every one of those exes became and ex for very good reasons.

[Tazbutane]

I'm fucking stressed.

I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.

Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty.  It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.

Wanna know why?

I'm quit.

I pursue my quit first.  Fuck all these talks of failure.  I choose to be quit because I like this life.  No.  Fuck that.  LOVE this life.

Yeah.  I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish?  It would set me on the same path I've already walked.  Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised?  I don't.  I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal.  I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it.  I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire.  For the entire day.  And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!

Fuck.  I was a disgusting leaf in the wind.  I didn't move at my own will at all.

I'm in charge now mother fuckers.

I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be.  I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to.  Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me.  I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.

I'm tired of these talks of failure.  We do not accept failure here.  We learn from it.

Be in charge.

Be yourself.

Fuck the rest.

Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.

These caves even get waste in a tizzy. Anyone's cave can open that possibility of using to another, which can weaken everyone's quit. That fact just gives me more of a reason to press onward.

Well, it's not even the caves.

I can't control other people's actions. Only they can.

It's the talk like we're missing out on something or that there is always greener pastures. And I'm seeing it a lot more lately. I'm guessing it's because spring is popping up and that always brings back the "nostalgia" crave. We're in the fucking greener pastures and we're looking for greener-er.

It's so easy to get stuck in a funk and the feeling something will make our lives better. It's all about perception.

I accept that I am an addict.

Have I shut the door on nicotine? You bet. I know the path to success. Post roll. keep my word. Repeat. 628 for 628.

Will I crave again? You bet. But it's so minor compared to the bullshit I went through initially that I have to put it up against that. Those first 100 days I was as fucked up as they come. Emotionally, it left me fatigued. But as I've traveled along, my life is nothing like it was 2 years ago. I'm in control. It does not control me.

Thanks for sharing Wastepanel. You strengthened by quit today!

[wastepanel]

I'm fucking stressed.

I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.

Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty.  It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.

Wanna know why?

I'm quit.

I pursue my quit first.  Fuck all these talks of failure.  I choose to be quit because I like this life.  No.  Fuck that.  LOVE this life.

Yeah.  I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish?  It would set me on the same path I've already walked.  Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised?  I don't.  I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal.  I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it.  I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire.  For the entire day.  And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!

Fuck.  I was a disgusting leaf in the wind.  I didn't move at my own will at all.

I'm in charge now mother fuckers.

I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be.  I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to.  Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me.  I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.

I'm tired of these talks of failure.  We do not accept failure here.  We learn from it.

Be in charge.

Be yourself.

Fuck the rest.

Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.

These caves even get waste in a tizzy. Anyone's cave can open that possibility of using to another, which can weaken everyone's quit. That fact just gives me more of a reason to press onward.

Well, it's not even the caves.

I can't control other people's actions. Only they can.

It's the talk like we're missing out on something or that there is always greener pastures. And I'm seeing it a lot more lately. I'm guessing it's because spring is popping up and that always brings back the "nostalgia" crave. We're in the fucking greener pastures and we're looking for greener-er.

It's so easy to get stuck in a funk and the feeling something will make our lives better. It's all about perception.

I accept that I am an addict.

Have I shut the door on nicotine? You bet. I know the path to success. Post roll. keep my word. Repeat. 628 for 628.

Will I crave again? You bet. But it's so minor compared to the bullshit I went through initially that I have to put it up against that. Those first 100 days I was as fucked up as they come. Emotionally, it left me fatigued. But as I've traveled along, my life is nothing like it was 2 years ago. I'm in control. It does not control me.

[Its_Got2Happen]

I'm fucking stressed.

I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.

Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty. It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.

Wanna know why?

I'm quit.

I pursue my quit first. Fuck all these talks of failure. I choose to be quit because I like this life. No. Fuck that. LOVE this life.

Yeah. I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish? It would set me on the same path I've already walked. Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised? I don't. I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal. I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it. I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire. For the entire day. And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!

Fuck. I was a disgusting leaf in the wind. I didn't move at my own will at all.

I'm in charge now mother fuckers.

I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be. I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to. Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me. I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.

I'm tired of these talks of failure. We do not accept failure here. We learn from it.

Be in charge.

Be yourself.

Fuck the rest.

Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.

These caves even get waste in a tizzy. Anyone's cave can open that possibility of using to another, which can weaken everyone's quit. That fact just gives me more of a reason to press onward.

[wastepanel]

I'm fucking stressed.

I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.

Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty. It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.

Wanna know why?

I'm quit.

I pursue my quit first. Fuck all these talks of failure. I choose to be quit because I like this life. No. Fuck that. LOVE this life.

Yeah. I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish? It would set me on the same path I've already walked. Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised? I don't. I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal. I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it. I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire. For the entire day. And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!

Fuck. I was a disgusting leaf in the wind. I didn't move at my own will at all.

I'm in charge now mother fuckers.

I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be. I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to. Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me. I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.

I'm tired of these talks of failure. We do not accept failure here. We learn from it.

Be in charge.

Be yourself.

Fuck the rest.

[Tazbutane]

The three-year-old, here's her deal.  She's a three-year-old.

That's really it.

She's three years old.

The other day I got in a fight with her.  Whose fault is that?

I'm 41, and she's three.  It's always your fault with a three-year-old, always, because they are just what they are.  They can't help it.  Just tape the windows.  It's a fucking hurricane.

Just wait.

Anytime you're like this with a three-year-old, ("don't you understand?")-- you're an idiot.  That's you being an idiot.  "no, I don't, dad.  I haven't developed enough." But it was partly her fault, 'cause she wore me down.

Let me tell you what happened.

It was this horrible, horrible day.

It started the night before, 'cause she woke me up all night.  She just woke me up every fucking just ten minutes.  She just woke me up-- just "dad"--with nothing.

That's the worst part.

"oh, fuck you!  You got nothing!"

so now it's the next morning.  I'm making breakfast, and I'm gone.  I'm insane.  I drank too much coffee to overcompensate.  I keep having these moments  and there's nothing there.  Just nothing.  Just, "huh? ah."

I'm making french toast.

She's over there sitting in her little chair, just fucking anger.  Just pure--she's a little ball of anger.  And she's like, "Make me some French Toast!".  I'm like, "yeah, that's what I'm making, honey.  I'm making french toast.  I'll bring it over."

"yes, of course I'll give you syrup.  I always do."

"i'm happy to cut it for you."

"You're not asking nicely, but it's okay.  I'll cut it for you, baby."

then she's looking at her plate, ..  [breathing deeply] 'Cause she needs to be--want something.  You know, there's nothing logical for her to want, so her brain has to go somewhere  crazy.

So she's looking at her plate.  She goes, "i don't know which piece to eat".  And I'm still not engaging.  I'm like, "oh, I know, honey, that's hard.
That's really hard.
I'll just make a list of pros and cons for every piece, and I'll help you out later." I look at her, and she's walking towards me now with the plate just vertical with syrup fucking going on the floor.  And she's like, "help me!" and I'm standing there, looking at her, and I love her, and I'm proud of her in a way, 'cause I know she'll never want for anything.

She'll beat the shit out of people.

She'll kill people for meat after the apocalypse.

She'll be one of those.  And then later I'm trying to get them dressed for school.  And now the clock's ticking, and I'm like, "ugh!  And I'm trying to put a sweater on her, and it's impossible.  The sweater has buttons that just don't exist.  And I'm fucking with my fat fingers, and they're full of sweat.

And I have just tears going down my cheeks, crazy tears.  I'm not crying.  I'm like smiling with tears, copious--"i can't button the sweater.  I can't button the sweater"  and she's going like this.

So I give her a fig newton just to immobilize her, just to stop it, 'cause she loves fig newtons.  I go, "here, honey, have a fig newton". She goes, "they're not called fig newtons.  They're called PIG newtons!"

and I go, "no, they're not. "

and right away in my head, I'm like, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"

Why?

What is to be gained?

What do you care?

Just, 'yeah, pig newtons.

Fine, go ahead.

Good luck to you.

Go through life.

See what kind of job you can hold down with shit like that clanging around in your head.

I don't care.

but for some reason, I engaged.

"No, honey, they're called FIG Newtons" she goes, "no, you don't know. You don't know!"

and I just--i feel this rage building inside. Just--because it's not that she's wrong.  She's three.  She's entitled to be wrong.  But it's the fucking arrogance of this kid.  No humility.  No decent sense of self-doubt.

She's not going like, "dad, I think those are pig newtons.  Are you sure that you have that right?" she's not saying that.  She's not going like, "dad, I'm pretty sure those are pig newtons," which would be a little cunty, but acceptable.  I could deal with that.

She's giving me nothing.

"No, you don't know."

"Those are pig--"

I'm like, "really? I don't know? I don't know?"

"Dude, I'm not even using my memory right now.  Okay, I'm reading the fucking box that the shit came out of.  It says it!  Where are you getting your information?  How do you fuck with me on this?  You're three, and I'm 41.  What are the odds that you're right and I'm wrong?  What are the sheer odds of that?  And take a bite of the cookie.  Does it taste like a pork cookie, motherfucker?"

"I don't think so."

"Why would they call it a pig newton?  What's--oh, it tastes like figs.  Fucking interesting, isn't that? "

I didn't say a word of that, obviously.

******************************************************************

--Louis CK, Hilarious (and perfectly explains the day to day battles of being a father to a 4 year old and the mentality of some new stoppers that visit here).

Dang. I wish you had put that this was from Louis CK BEFORE I read it. I thought your were cracking or something. I thought it was gonna end with you back handing your daughter or something. I was literally worried reading it. LOL.

Realizing you're not going nuts that's some funny shit. I have a 7 and 9 yr old and can totally relate. I can also relate to the mantality of some of stoppers here. Some of them would argue water is dry.

Good shit.

Damn, I could relate to a lot of that.... The good reads you come up with continues to amaze me..... Thanks for sharing. How do you get stuff into Words of Wisdom? this belongs there if it isn't all ready.

[Diesel2112]

The three-year-old, here's her deal. She's a three-year-old.

That's really it.

She's three years old.

The other day I got in a fight with her. Whose fault is that?

I'm 41, and she's three. It's always your fault with a three-year-old, always, because they are just what they are. They can't help it. Just tape the windows. It's a fucking hurricane.

Just wait.

Anytime you're like this with a three-year-old, ("don't you understand?")-- you're an idiot. That's you being an idiot. "no, I don't, dad. I haven't developed enough." But it was partly her fault, 'cause she wore me down.

Let me tell you what happened.

It was this horrible, horrible day.

It started the night before, 'cause she woke me up all night. She just woke me up every fucking just ten minutes. She just woke me up-- just "dad"--with nothing.

That's the worst part.

"oh, fuck you! You got nothing!"

so now it's the next morning. I'm making breakfast, and I'm gone. I'm insane. I drank too much coffee to overcompensate. I keep having these moments and there's nothing there. Just nothing. Just, "huh? ah."

I'm making french toast.

She's over there sitting in her little chair, just fucking anger. Just pure--she's a little ball of anger. And she's like, "Make me some French Toast!". I'm like, "yeah, that's what I'm making, honey. I'm making french toast. I'll bring it over."

"yes, of course I'll give you syrup. I always do."

"i'm happy to cut it for you."

"You're not asking nicely, but it's okay. I'll cut it for you, baby."

then she's looking at her plate, .. [breathing deeply] 'Cause she needs to be--want something. You know, there's nothing logical for her to want, so her brain has to go somewhere crazy.

So she's looking at her plate. She goes, "i don't know which piece to eat". And I'm still not engaging. I'm like, "oh, I know, honey, that's hard.
That's really hard.
I'll just make a list of pros and cons for every piece, and I'll help you out later." I look at her, and she's walking towards me now with the plate just vertical with syrup fucking going on the floor. And she's like, "help me!" and I'm standing there, looking at her, and I love her, and I'm proud of her in a way, 'cause I know she'll never want for anything.

She'll beat the shit out of people.

She'll kill people for meat after the apocalypse.

She'll be one of those. And then later I'm trying to get them dressed for school. And now the clock's ticking, and I'm like, "ugh! And I'm trying to put a sweater on her, and it's impossible. The sweater has buttons that just don't exist. And I'm fucking with my fat fingers, and they're full of sweat.

And I have just tears going down my cheeks, crazy tears. I'm not crying. I'm like smiling with tears, copious--"i can't button the sweater. I can't button the sweater" and she's going like this.

So I give her a fig newton just to immobilize her, just to stop it, 'cause she loves fig newtons. I go, "here, honey, have a fig newton". She goes, "they're not called fig newtons. They're called PIG newtons!"

and I go, "no, they're not. "

and right away in my head, I'm like, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"

Why?

What is to be gained?

What do you care?

Just, 'yeah, pig newtons.

Fine, go ahead.

Good luck to you.

Go through life.

See what kind of job you can hold down with shit like that clanging around in your head.

I don't care.

but for some reason, I engaged.

"No, honey, they're called FIG Newtons" she goes, "no, you don't know. You don't know!"

and I just--i feel this rage building inside. Just--because it's not that she's wrong. She's three. She's entitled to be wrong. But it's the fucking arrogance of this kid. No humility. No decent sense of self-doubt.

She's not going like, "dad, I think those are pig newtons. Are you sure that you have that right?" she's not saying that. She's not going like, "dad, I'm pretty sure those are pig newtons," which would be a little cunty, but acceptable. I could deal with that.

She's giving me nothing.

"No, you don't know."

"Those are pig--"

I'm like, "really? I don't know? I don't know?"

"Dude, I'm not even using my memory right now. Okay, I'm reading the fucking box that the shit came out of. It says it! Where are you getting your information? How do you fuck with me on this? You're three, and I'm 41. What are the odds that you're right and I'm wrong? What are the sheer odds of that? And take a bite of the cookie. Does it taste like a pork cookie, motherfucker?"

"I don't think so."

"Why would they call it a pig newton? What's--oh, it tastes like figs. Fucking interesting, isn't that? "

I didn't say a word of that, obviously.

******************************************************************

--Louis CK, Hilarious (and perfectly explains the day to day battles of being a father to a 4 year old and the mentality of some new stoppers that visit here).

Dang. I wish you had put that this was from Louis CK BEFORE I read it. I thought your were cracking or something. I thought it was gonna end with you back handing your daughter or something. I was literally worried reading it. LOL.

Realizing you're not going nuts that's some funny shit. I have a 7 and 9 yr old and can totally relate. I can also relate to the mantality of some of stoppers here. Some of them would argue water is dry.

Good shit.