Misophonia: the hatred of sound I've been thinking a lot about misophonia lately. I just laughed out loud as I wrote that - shit, I'm weird. But in all seriousness, I literally thought everyone thought about throwing forks at someone chewing too loud. No? I swear, my boyfriend breathes loud just to piss me off. … Continue reading Part 5: I hate the way you breathe
27 days, 16 hours, 7 minutes since my last cigarette. Is it fair to count EVERYTHING as a little win - or am I just giving myself a bunch of "participation trophies"? I went through half my life assuming there were way more smokers than there actually are. Shit, was I wrong. How was I so … Continue reading Part 4: Front row please!
Every adventure requires a first step." - The Cheshire Cat 6 days, 14 hours, 12 minutes since my last cigarette. "It's worth it," they say. "You'll feel so much better," they say. Screw them. It's all just a giant rabbit hole, but with no colorful characters or pothead cat at the end. I'm sick as … Continue reading Part 3: Rabit hole to hell
4 days, 14 hours, 1 minute since my last cigarette. I had a thought last night; at what point can I call myself a "non-smoker," or will I forever be misses "trying to quit?" If a stranger asked me right now if I was a smoker, what would I say? Probably "fuck you," proceeded by … Continue reading Part 2: This is not a love story.
Dear blog, it's been a while. I've missed you. My inspiration has been at a giant ZERO lately - but, I have a new source of inspiration. My love, my best friend, my clutch, my supporter, and my enemy... cigarettes. It's been 3 days, 20 hours and 31 minutes... but who's counting? I love cigarettes - … Continue reading Part 1: I quit.