Thorsvin, it's the same for us smokers who try to quit. The day we do, that is all you see and hear - people smoking, usually looking happy or partying, enjoying every bit of breath that cig is stealing. Or friends ask "how are you doing not smoking?", "isn't that hard?", "so and so just decided one day to quit and he/she did", why do you think this is hard for you?" - and on and on and on. Makes one RUN to a cigarette. It's not fun BUT, it's what I needed to do. My key help was nicotine gum but more importantly, keeping myself and mind BUSY. Don't listen to the lies in your head...it's always one day at a time.
some of the poems and stories were pretty amazing, I don't think anyone there was really super buzzed on booze, except this one woman... ..whom I know is pretty much an alcoholic, showed up with beer in hand and told a story of her highschool days.... She had made up what she thought at the time was a quick throw away poem for her friend who couldn't think of one for a class they attended together. She worked hard on one for herself but when the teacher graded them she only received a 'C' for her poem, whereas the friend got an 'A+'. The teacher then announce the poem would be published in a small local journal. She fumed for a week over this but kept the secret, when very suddenly her friend was killed in a car accident. The poem was published and as a memorial the school displayed a picture of the girl with a copy of the poem in the vestibule of the school, as well as the poem with her picture in the yearbook. This was the first time this woman was confessing she ever told anyone about this, the secret had died with her friend 25 years ago. She was in tears before she finished the story but pulled it together for the punch line. "To this day that is the only poem of mine that has ever been published!" Oh yeah I should mention she threw me double kisses for my gong performance! :daisy: ZW