Originally posted by woodwardjnr
reply to post by davethebear
There's no point living a long miserable life, you mayas well just cut it down by a few years and start smoking again
woodwardjnr,
You know what, you could be right saying that. That small sentence sums it up in one go..........
I have sat and thought to myself, Mmmm....I never went to bed early, but now I do. I used to sit up until all hours because I love the night time,
writing books, writing comedy, preparing stand up routines, playing music, painting on large canvas. reading, drawing and going out and socialising,
drinking with friends. I used to do all this while smoking a few cigarettes. But the last 3 months this has all come to a stand still and now I am
bored and cannot concentrate on anything, my life I feel has gone from good to bad. I suppose when I decided to quit the cigarettes I was expecting a
rough ride from the off, but not to this extent.
I am moving back to the UK from Australia at the end of the month after 4 years away. Now I am moving back to the UK because I have become bored of my
life in Oz, I had had enough of being here after the first 18 months. Oz is a beautiful country, but living here is very different to just being here
on holiday, there is just not enough vibrancy and Umph. The social element is so different here, so culturally very different to the UK, and I suppose
if a place doesn't feel like home after 4 years, then there is no point trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. Everything here seems to be in
slow motion, unreal, a bit like heavens waiting room. I feel as though I am in a daily photograph in 2011 and I am the only person moving around,
everyone around me is just standing still in 1950, so very weird. So to do all this on a daily basis and not have a cigarette is way too
unbearable.....
I suppose I wanted to return home feeling more healthy, which I don't. I wanted to return home and start anew, begin a new chapter in my life,
without smoking, but somehow I don't think all this is gonna happen. So you know what? I think when I get to Sydney airport next week the cash
register is gonna make a sale in the Duty Free department.
So here's to a pint of beer in one hand, a smoke in the other and sitting with old mates in a real pub next week...
CHEEEEERS................
