Well this is really clever. Neat example of natural language processing and design rolled together. Will be neat when they have more objects to play with, but looking at what others have done is also pretty cool…WordsEye Login.
I’ve been noticing a few new things since I last quit smoking (this is, in fact, the 2nd time I’ve successfully quit for more than 2 hours or so…going on 2 weeks now, but who’s counting?).
Ask anyone who smokes (or knows someone who does) and they can spout off at least 5 really good reasons not to smoke. They are all perfectly legitimate, and probably the top reasons any given smoker chooses to quit. So for the sake of completeness, here are
The Five Biggies *:
Feel free to read the above using the voice of Santa Claus from A Christmas Story (e.g. “You’ll putchyer eye out!”).
Anyway, if the above 5 reasons aren’t enough for you – they do get a little tiresome after you’ve heard them enough and have trained your highly practiced rationalizing brain against them for several years – here are a few new ones. These may just be particular to me. I am (was) somewhat of a non-social, conscientious smoker. It was a concentration-aid for me, first and foremost, and never really had much to do with being or looking cool (although, I predict it’s going to make a come-back if we slip into another global depression). Anyway, on the off-chance any of these are applicable to you, hopefully you’ll find that one more extra reason to quit that you hadn’t thought of, before. You just might be able to quit this time, and stay quit, for good. Here ya go:
As for me, let’s hope I’m still smoke-free next week. I think I’ll probably be out of the woods – and KNOW that I’ve quit – sometime around 2065 or so.
* I left off: Everything Will Taste/Smell better, and You’ll Breathe Better, because a) The first is not true for me, and b) I got a whopping flu a week after I quit and I haven’t breathed worse in 9 years. Also, during my last 1.5 year non-smoking binge, I found absolutely no difference in my breathing quality.
Things keep breaking all over the place. Old things. New Things. Complicated things. Simple things. Things that shouldn’t break. Things that broke before, were fixed, and are now broken in a completely different place.
All over the danged house.
What I hate the most…what *eats* at me…is that I can’t fix any of them.
I have a garage full of (mostly non-broken) tools – very expensive and well-cared-for ones, at that – yet all the king’s screwdrivers and all the king’s hammers cannot put humpty the dishwasher together again.
Here’s a very short list of the things that broke – all by themselves, look-ma-no-hands – in the past year:
Now, we don’t buy always buy the most expensive stuff – we tend to go middle of the road + a little more, most of the time. Almost all of the above are name-brand products known (more or less) to be respectable.
What I would really hope (in my wildest dreams) is that some enterprising company (or companies) out there can figure out a way to market and sell products that last longer than 2-3 years.
Then again, maybe my expectations are too high.
Every single time you sit down to do something you haven’t done in awhile, it takes 2-3 hours to get everything situated just the right way again. I’m missing the Tekton font, and I have NO idea what I did with it.
I finally quit smoking again the other day. This time, I just did it completely cold.
Saturday afternoon at 4:06 pm, I handed my wife all of my credit cards and cash and quietly said, “can you hang on to these for me, I’m out of smokes and I’m not getting any more.” I haven’t smoked since.
Yeah, sounds pretty ballsy, right?
Seventy three minutes later, there are 73 carpenter bees crawling around inside my head, each of which is missing nicotine quite severely.
Those commercials showing people quitting and forgetting to do the most basic tasks are 100% accurate. The one where the lady can’t figure out how to back out of her driveway – she keeps turning the wrong way to look over her shoulder, and takes out the neighbor’s trash cans – that’s my favorite. It’s like that.
The first few days are the worst.
It’s not that you forget how to do simple things. It’s like having someone follow you around, throwing tennis balls at you so incessantly that you can’t remember how to put one foot in front of the other.
The most difficult part about quitting smoking isn’t *not having a cigarette*. The most difficult part is *not buying them*. If you’re in a non-smoking environment, where no one else smokes or has cigarettes, and you have no way to immediately acquire a cigarette – it’s easy to stop. You have no choice.
It’s so difficult to avoid buying cigarettes because even if they cost $30 a pack, you can always convince yourself that you’ll just have one and throw the pack away afterwards. There is also no immediate or obvious consequence to buying a pack, other than the hit to your wallet. Oh yeah…the wallet part, and of course the total sense of failure and disappointment. But hey, who’s counting =].
If you care to know what it feels like, here’s the best analogy I can think of:
Using a single thread, voluntarily tie (with a slip knot) your left hand behind your back. Then pay a few friends (or enemies) to throw tennis balls at you non-stop for three days. Try to catch or deflect them all with one hand.
The analogy works because it’s ultimately up to you to keep your hand tied up, and excruciatingly tempting to give up on the whole thing after the fifth ball hits you in the neck.
At any rate, the bees aren’t so active today. It’s been four full days now (or is it five?). I’m feeling better and a little more “with it”, and I’m really happy my family is happier about the whole thing.
It’s worth it, just for those smiles. “I’d rather have grumpy than smoky, Daddy” – that’s what my daughter says.
Bring on the tennis balls…keep em comin’. Feel like Bonnie Franklin singin ‘One Day at a Time’…