You know those days where everything turns you into a teeth grinding witch? Usually before the start of uterine lining shed week, where it's everyone out of the pool. That's what these first two days have been like. The difference being, of course, that in the past when coping with illogical homicidal rage, I HAD CIGARETTES.
Everything is grating on me. The black girl at the tram stop with her bumping ghetto "music" up on her mp3 player. The chubby hipster in the yellow jacket that didn't bother holding the door behind her at the train station, the whining Scouser's constant muttering about herkidsmotherhusbandsmotherjobnewshift. Today I realized my way of coping with life's minor irritations was to light a smoke and glower at them from behind my stinky cloud.
My coping mechanism, my poison is gone.
It's not the lightheadedness, or the boredom of being latched to my desk all day. It's the lack of something to do when people anger me that's making this most difficult. I want to scream, or chew on the legs of life's minor irritations. How do non-smokers deal with this?
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I find that, in lieu of cigarettes, chewing an entire pack of gum in one sitting helps.
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