as you can probably tell by my nickm I seem to have identity problems associated with the quit
Who am I really without the cigarettes? All of my adult life they have been with me, a constant companion, they ARE me. It is so weird to be without them.
It is like, even if not public anymore, the smokes were totally part of me, what is going to fill that void?
Curious situation yesterday online. Chatting with an old friend. I so proudly tell her that I'm on day 11 of quit and all she says, "good for you". That's it. No oh wow how cool congrats whatever excitement. Just a flat, gfy and nothing else. I know she smokes as well and has been forever. So I thought a little sympathy from ONE of the people I know would be good. Hmmmmmmm, weird no?
It almost felt like her saying: oh ok, now you TOO are going to the other side and will be against me....
Anybody make such experiences with friends?