I was just ruminating
about what this site means to me. There was a blogger on earlier who called me a keyboard warrior (bit offensive) and making quite derogatory comments about the people who come on here.
Then I read blogs and comments from Emmy girl, the lovely PG, Pops, Rainbowfish, Julz1981, Maanu, Proud Mumma, cometgirl, sexyM, Yorkshire Lass and many others and it got me thinking about what this blog site really means.
Our world can be quite a negative place at times. I work in an industry where it is par for the course for people to indulge in ritualistic back stabbing while looking you in the eye with a barracuda grin on their face-quite a gymnastic effort but doable. And then we have Quitline and this blog site.
Where people really care about the success of others. It makes me feel good to be part of an amazing community.
This site has helped me quit. Simple as that. And that is the reason that I will still be here.
So to you all. Have a great Xmas and thank you.
Onsies in public
PG and I have just had a brief discussion about the merits of onsies. Now I have a very black and white view about onsies. I put them in the same category as marmite.
For some here that know me, I regard marmite as the spawn of satan and in my humble opinion it should be cast down into the boiling miasma of Morrrdorr (speaking of which-The Desolation of Smaug got 99% on Rotten Tomatoes-the audience review).
So...onsies. But it gets worse. People actually wear them in public! I have never seen the like. Why would anyone wear onsies let alone in public?
You might as well wear walk shorts with those knee high socks that were all the rage in 1970 (god help me-I actually wore that outfit when I worked in the Health Department in Wellington-hello Hurricane by the way).
Quick segue here. Did anyway see Colin Craig tonight on TV and does anyone believe that the vapour trails behind jets are (evil cackle) part of a sinister government conspiracy to drop some kind of unidentified chemicals on the unsuspecting populace?
Is smoking a gerund?
Just asking is all. A gerund is when a verb is extended to become a noun (not a purist's definition but the best I can do).
All English gerunds end in "ing". So read is a verb (to read etc) but reading is a gerund.
Smoke is a verb (I know it can also be a noun but for the purposes of this novella lets call it a verb) which means smoking must be a gerund.
So our goal in quitting, in the context of smoking, is to be gerundless.
What is the point of this blog? No point at all. It is completely and utterly pointless. Bit like how I feel at being at work this rainy Wednesday (aka hump day).
Back to work. Heiro hang in there.
Julz1981-how's married life treating you?
Just have to comment on your wedding photo. Amazing and stunning.
Thanks for sharing and congratulations to you and your husband. He is a very lucky man.
I can't let this go unblogged
500 days ago PG and I started stopping.
There were a lot of naysayers, plenty of Tui comments (yeah right) and a healthy dose of scepticism from some of our friends. But we persevered. That mantra NOPE was our guiding light.
PG has said it all to our friends, old and new. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
And thank you Quitline for providing this site for us all to share, support, vent and have fun. And boy-have we had some fun eh? As my son in London is fond of saying-"good times, good times".
And the wonderful PG-what can I say. You are my rock, the foundation of my success. I know for a fact that without you I would still be smoking. PG is as awesome as she comes across on these blogs.
And this site-these blogs-the people on them. How good are they I ask? Very good.
As some of you might know I like to leaven my blogs with some humour. Which leads me on to how PG and I pass the time on the Tauranga roads coming to work. Tauranga has this "merge like a zip" signs on the road.
As a guy when you zip up a bit off centre it can be very very painful. Like those stupid signs. So PG and I have developed a merge strategy. We let small gap open up, let the car on our left or right get complacent then do a late surge-and zip in front. The late surge. Very satisfying-but not as satisfying as the double surge when you zip 2 cars. We call that the dragon surge (why dragon? Reading Game of Thrones).
So. Again my thanks to you all for your support and encouragement. I will be here supporting you all.
One final comment. Is it worth it? Do I feel better? Yes.
This is a quick shout out to Julz to say all the best for your wedding in a couple of weeks time.
I read your recent blog Julz about those sneaky thoughts. The fact that you came on here and talked to us tells me that those sneaky thoughts will be consigned to the depths of Mordor.
Julz you have been a wonderful supporter to everyone on this site. You have shown a strength, determination and wisdom which gives hope and inspiration to us all. Thank you for that.
I know we will not meet. In the absence of an actual wedding gift, take this blog as a cyber gift of best wishes from PG and me.
Been a while
since I have blogged. But...there is always a but...not a cigarette butt I speak of my friends-but a but but.
Where am I going with this blog? Who knows. Let me begin with a tug of the forelock to all people who come on to this site. I salute you one and all. Those who are beginning and those who are persevering.
PG and I began our journey 480 days ago. And here we are. Not one puff. NOPE. People who know us laughed derisively. Bahaha they said-you will never succeed. You who are 30+ each a day are smokers for life.
Pitaash we said to them. We have a secret weapon. This quitline site. And do you know (I ask rhetorically)? We were right. Our secret weapon, all of you, made the difference between success and failure.
And so it can be for you. No fear, no feeling afraid or scared. You can do it.
So-indulge me. Let me indulge myself and give a shout out to some people here. Pops, thin and beautiful, Proud Mumma, Julz1981, Rainbowfish and Heiro, Franfree (lots of positive vibes flowing your way) Emmy,Maanu and everyone else on this site.
Life is good. Smokefree life is good.
This one is for you Yorkshire Lass
I don't blog these days nor do I comment much, if at all. I still read all the blogs though.
And when I read yours YL I felt I had to offer you a blogspport-a blog in support.
First thing I want to say to you YL, and this comes from the heart, is that you have our unwavering support and love. Treat the smoking as a one off and you will stop again. And ditch the hairshirt-I have always found those b loody hairshirts too itchy anyway (note the separation between the letters b and l-hopefully it means the words escapes the word police-just kidding Quitline-we love you. Really. We do.)
YL-a bit of advice about the warning. From how you describe it , the warning sounds dodgy. No employer can issue a warning for one thing and then say that a next warning includes unrelated matters. And employers have to follow a process. I wonder if your employer has followed the process.
Frankly your boss sounds like a bully. And bullying in the workplace is frowned on by the Employment Relations Authority and the Employment Court. So...document everything. And by everything I mean..everything. The yelling, the abuse, the failure to prevent the courier's verbal attack. Keep records and make sure you document events as soon as they happen.
And keep blogging here YL. You are a favourite here and I just know that this smoking will be over soon. Lots of good vibes coming your way.
Words cannot adequately express my sorrow for what your sister, your nieces, you and your family are going through at the moment.
I know what you are going through. In 1989 my first wife committted suicide leaving me with a 6 year old son and a 3 year old daughter. I went through all those emotions of anger, grief, bewilderment and shock. There was the constant questions. Why did she do it? How could she do it and leave her kids behind?
I finally went to counselling. There was one comment my counsellor made and which resonated with me-a comment that I try and live my life by. I told her I was angry at what my wife did. She said that your feelings are OK and normal. Embrace those feelings, feel them and then let them go. And talk about how you feel.
RF I am not presumptious enough to say how I dealt with this is the right way. But what I did was talk to people, openly and honestly.
I do not know you or your sister personally-I know you through these blogs and your goodness and strength shines through. So to you, and your sister and family-a stranger but a blog friend sends you support and love in this difficult time.
Thank you-for getting PG and me to 400 days
I just want to say thank you to everyone on this blog site.
If it wasn't for the support and encouragement you gave PG and me from day one, we would not have made it this far.
It has been an amazing experience and will continue to be so. We have forged some wonderful friendships on this site and I love the sense of community that it engenders.
So to all our friends out there-thank you so very much. There are too many to name so please take this as a personal thank you to you all.
And to anyone starting the quitting-it is worth it. Never underestimate your strength and determination.