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That Omega Moment – 365 Days Later

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Day 1 – a conflation of the start and the top.  An impossibility of two objects occupying the identical area on the similar time.  Two ideas that for second mix like oil and water being shaken vigorously in a vessel solely to separate after which acquire upon itself with its respective particular gravity.  To every its personal. 
 
An anomaly – at the very least for me, by no means having had a Day 1 in my life.  Not within the context of quitting, and positively not how Day 1 is outlined inside the nebulous textual content of KTC.  This unusual, unusual communal ether sphere of people by some means forming a bond over a collective rewiring.  This strangeness meshes right into a familiarity whereas by some sluggish, tedious miracle our synapses are being realign and meticulously re-ordered and re-organized.

All that begins with Day 1.  Biblical in a means – today.  “In the beginning,” one might say.  The second it started was the identical second all of it ended.  That second was outlined by one other quitter whereas within the chat room.  Minutes earlier than that, I used to be planning my funeral.
  
No shit. I assumed I used to be gonna die at an intersection.  The nervousness was like nothing I had felt earlier than.  ‘This is a fucking heart attack!”  I thought to myself.  I press fingers against my jugular, trying to assess my heart condition, then put my hand to my chest.  Cold beads of sweat began to form on my forehead.  Probably the longest fucking red light I had ever been halted by.  I did a quick calculation, and figured my wife could survive modestly for about five years after having paid off the house after she collected on my life insurance.  Lord, I wish I had gotten more!  Probably could have if only I would have not dipped for long enough prior to the underwriter’s examination.

The sunshine turned inexperienced, and now I used to be much more panicked, as I made the flip and meandered my approach by means of the thinning, night commute.  Not solely was I gonna fucking die inside a minute if not now, however I used to be gonna keel over in a ol’ Chevy going 45 mph, and prolly wipe out your complete small gathering of protesters that incessantly stand out in entrance of the Deliberate Parenthood with indicators that learn “Abortion is Murder!” with an image of fetus on there.  Simply as soon as I wanted somebody would maintain up an indication that learn, “Honk if You’re Horny!” outdoors of that place! However on the time I simply wished I had extra insurance coverage.

I do certainly make it house to my shock and aid.  Perhaps I kissed the spouse and hug the youngsters – I don’t keep in mind.  However I’m quickly in my bed room with the door closed, and I log into the chat.  (I prolly would achieved this on the intersection, however I had to focus on protecting my coronary heart from dropping lifeless, and subsequently myself from doing the identical.) 

I recounted that very incident with these occupying the chat room, and I’m positive they have been all riveted and enthralled with my story whereas they glanced and responded throughout business breaks or in between downs.  Ultimately the convo veered to the place I describe my give up day, which was perhaps three to 4 weeks prior.  One quitter on the chat responded matter-of-factly with, “that was your Omega moment.”

Omega…omega.  That was my Omega second?  What the hell did that imply?  Omega?  It sounds biblical.  Alpha / Omega, I assumed.  Hm.  And I contemplated on this for days and days and days.  “Omega.”  It was so acquainted, however I couldn’t grasp its which means.  Perhaps its which means was adrift within the fog, and I hadn’t fairly stumbled my method into but.  What did that need to do with quitting?  My Omega second…?

October eighth of 2017 was a Saturday morning.  A morning very similar to this one coincidentally.  The grass is now being speckled with yellowing leaves, and can quickly be a collage of the autumnal hues of magentas, burnt oranges, yellows, and auburn browns.   I used to be up early that morning.  Not as a result of I needed to step out and be first to breathe in a lungful of crisp fall air, like I’m John fucking Denver, however as a result of I needed to.

The day earlier than I had acted bravely, as I had numerous occasions the earlier twenty or extra years.  I had mustered up all of the phony braveness I might probably muster and tossed a close to full tin out the window.  THAT WAS FUCKING IT! And I left little question – properly slightly doubt – okay, I left some doubt as a result of I tossed a close to full can.  That meant I used to be vested.  So, no method!  I’m sick of it! I’m finished!  I’m out!…  “Oh Shit!”…

…was my first thought the next morning.  It was simply earlier than 6 AM on the eighth.  My mind was panicked and pissed, asking me why the precise fuck I had tossed that tin the night earlier than.  Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag!  That addict mind annoyingly shook me away from bed, and with robotic obedience, I rose and shuffled to the closet, slipped on my garments, and like a ninja stealthily slipped out of the home whereas everybody was nonetheless asleep.  I used to be too tire to argue with my addict mind and admittedly didn’t need to.  I drove to the fuel station on the nook (unsure why I’d drive there, it’s like three blocks away) and purchased a tin of Grizzly Straight, and a soda pop.
  
I hop into my ol’ truck and dig my thumbnail into the paper wrapping and switch the tin with my nail within the crease.  I peel the lid off and take an enormous ol’ pinch and pop in just a little additional this time.  My lip begin to sting as I squeeze my mouth and cheeks round that lipper, and my mouth is instantly full of tobaccy juice.  Far more than I can intestine.  I ponder simply spitting into my Coke Zero, however as an alternative I take a fast go searching like I’m about to inform an off-coloured joke, open my door and glop out a spitter of dip juice as thick and as brown as syrup, besides slick like oil.  It splatters proper there on the white parking stripe.  I’m disgusted however used to it at this level.

I make my means residence as slowly as I might, taking additional time on the one cease signal that separates my home from the fuel station.  I don’t really feel so shitty once I dip all by my lonesome; and it was early, and I didn’t need to really feel shitty.  However I used to be going to anyhow as a result of I all the time do, I understand – and lonely, and empty.  I proceed previous my home and drive on a bit.  It’s nonetheless darkish and everybody’s asleep.  I mosey across the neighborhood for a short time, prolly simply considering of stuff – extra probably interested by how a lot I hated dipping and the way loathsome I felt.

I make my means residence simply at first mild, and park beneath this massive ol’ maple tree.  I get out and lookup like I all the time do, and I’m standing underneath a cover of leaves.  It seems like a cauldron stirring with bats towards the darkish purple sky.  A few of them are falling silently, spinning clumsily throughout their respectable to the garden.  A breeze blows, and the leaves crinkle and scuff as they shift towards one another, and the timber let loose a loud hush because the wind handed via and boughs the upper branches. I make a psychological rely on what number of lawns luggage I have to go purchase to stuff all their lifeless in.
The again door opens, and I degree my gaze to see my spouse standing there.  The place did you go this morning?  Out, I reply.  What ought to I say?  Yeah, hey, child, I simply went purchased me a can of chew.  So, um, you wanna make out later? She closed the door with no phrase and disappeared into the home.

At that second, I start to really feel this crumbling inside.  One thing in there was breaking.  My coronary heart had develop into too arduous, too chilly and was starting to crack.  I attempted quitting for her earlier that yr, however solely stopped for 160 days.  She was not a ok cause to give up, not even when she was eight-half months pregnant on the time I did.  
It was nonetheless and soundless that Saturday morning.  However my soul was a cacophony of guilt, disgrace, and sorrow – a stream of damaged glass poured onto a metallic slide.

I used to be sick.  I used to be drained.  I might not do that anymore.  I had weathered the storm for 30 years since I used to be a wee lad.  I might bear the load of it no extra.  The fixed feeling of failure was too exhausting.  With that, I walked behind my indifferent storage and ripped off the lid as I walked previous the rubbish can.  I assumed the act of dumping my ultimate can can be extra emphatic and symbolically binding if I dumped it into the ditch.  Simply earlier than I turned my wrist over I paused.  Only one extra, she whispered, one final time.  She was convincing.  So I pinched out a fatty and stuffed it into my face, and unceremoniously dumped the recent dip into the ditch.  A few of the shreds of tobacco clumped on a few of the wild crops and weeds, and I kicked at so I might scatter it to mitigate the temptation of operating again there after an hour to seek out sufficient nuggets of chew to make a satisfying lipper.

I walked again across the storage and stood beneath that huge ol’ maple.  That cacophony started to rattle once more – louder this time.  The breaking and shattering resumed, and when all of it stopped after having stood there for about 10 minutes I felt one thing that I don’t know that I had felt earlier than – sorrow.  Distilled, uncooked, uncovered.  I found my cause to give up.  And that was it.

I knew what I needed to do.  I scooped out that fats turd and flung it amongst the fallen leaves on the grass and schlepped inside.  I went to the pc, and reset my KTC password.  After logging on and fumbling via the boards a bit, I discovered the place I assumed was the place to publish, the January 2018 group.  And I posted, “Rob W. – Day 1.”
Day 1 – the day the place the top rams head first in to the start.  At these two moments, seamless hyperlinks on a circle, start to separate, for they can’t exist on the similar time within the area.  Omega.  At that second it had ended for me.  One yr in the past, on a crisp autumn morning coincidentally like in the present day.

With nicotine habit, it isn’t a quick break free or a clear minimize.  However fairly a sluggish tear that leaves uncooked, tender edges that give solution to nervousness, melancholy, infinite guilt, lethargy, seething anger, and on and on and etcetera.  It’s blindly navigating the labyrinth of that particular kinda hell all of us should cross by way of to be give up. It’s fixed thoughts-fuckery by the ever current nic bitch.  At occasions it’s like clinging to the rungs of the Jacob’s ladder that pulses and buzzes all through our our bodies and minds.  It’s current and the change is gradual and virtually imperceptible.
  
One factor that gained’t change, is that I’ll all the time be an addict.  I’ll by no means be cured.  And I’m happy with that as a result of I’m give up for at the moment.  I’m give up at present like I used to be on Day 1.  My solely hope is that i’m give up when that ultimate breath wheezes out my lungs by no means to return, my coronary heart stops and, and my conscience blackens.  The dwelling can’t occupy the identical area and time because the lifeless and the soul and physique separate.  Perhaps then and solely then will my habit finish.  Perhaps that may by my Omega Moment.

(Thx to all you BAQ’s.  IQWYT.  ODAAT.  BMC -365)

NOTE: This piece written by KillTheCan.org discussion board member BluManChew