I'm quite embarrassed about this: I always thought I was a calm, laid back kind of person and was always quite smug about it. If you follow my diary, you know I'm ten days into quitting smoking.
turns out I was only ever a few unsmoked fags away from constant murderous rage: I find myself wishing grotesque acts of violence on strangers in the street for no real reason ("in my way, too many kids, smiles too much... Chainsaw for the fucking lot"), people are asking me what's wrong and I want to kill them...
Anyway my instinct is that without me realising, smoking was a coping mechanism that stopped me noticing when I was furious. Now that I've quit, I need to learn how to manage my anger without inhaling poison... What do you lot do??
turns out I was only ever a few unsmoked fags away from constant murderous rage: I find myself wishing grotesque acts of violence on strangers in the street for no real reason ("in my way, too many kids, smiles too much... Chainsaw for the fucking lot"), people are asking me what's wrong and I want to kill them...
Anyway my instinct is that without me realising, smoking was a coping mechanism that stopped me noticing when I was furious. Now that I've quit, I need to learn how to manage my anger without inhaling poison... What do you lot do??