So, seven - eleven, my one year anniversary of quitting the nasty. I'm
so proud of myself. I really had so many doubts that I could actually
quit. And I guess I have to give credit where credit is due, Barry
helped me immensely! He offered me things that changed my entire outlook
on life and made me want to be a better person. It happened so slowly
that I really didn't even think about it until like two days before I
quit. I thought about the reasons I was doing the nasty and realized
that I was being retarded and shouldn't have to satisfy myself with the
nasty. The next day I did the nasty less than my 'normal' amount and the
day after that, at 11 am, I made a decision that I was done. No more. I
saved 3 nasties for me. For my sanity. For those times when I just
couldn't handle life. I needed one of them and did the nasty the second
time just because... but the third time I did the nasty I only got one
puff and then damn near shot myself because I really didn't mean to do
it. It was really early in the morning (or was it late, I can't quite
remember) and I wasn't quite with it.
So My one year anniversary... one year of struggling and grappling with
the horror and realities that we all call life. Like today, I was
missing the societal lethargy that happens when there are a group of
people doing the nasty in a confined area. Then the wife says to me, "So
go stand out there with 'them' and talk"... what? Excuse me?? Stand out
THERE?! With THEM?! EW! I'd fkn smell like a butt! I can't have that. No
way. *gag* ew. Yuck. So I'm really glad I quit and I hope that I never
start again, if for no other reason than the aroma of the nasty.
Oh and if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm talking about smoking...
gawd get your mind out of the gutter, you filth bag!
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