Sunday, April 02, 2006

Hanging in there

It's day 17. It's almost getting harder now, this constant self denial, and the comical thinking that just one isn't going to blow it for me (yeah, right). I know that (Like Christie said) if you take one, you're a smoker again. And the corollary is also true, "once you give yourself permission, quantity is no longer an issue." I sure wish Spouse would quit, I would certainly think about it less if he did. I'll just have to get used to the cranky/edgy thing that I've become, I suppose.

Not helping things is that Guy (pronounced ghee) upstairs has "the kids" this weekend. I shit you not, his son was rollerblading in the apt yesterday on top of us. The kids contstantly wrestle with one another, and there is bang, bang, banging all the time. The eldest daughter could also be heard yesterday morning getting quite a happy face on from her boyfriend, and when Guy tired of the "Mmmmm"ing, and "Ahhhh"ing coming from their room, his shouting could be heard around the neighborhood. (Think short, Italian, New Yorky hothead. Verrrrry expressive.)

At one point the banging was so loud, Serge had to call upstairs to tell the kids to stop. (Thinking that Guy must have run off to the store or something) Guy answered and it is just impossible to believe that he is present with all the banging going on. He must just tune it out or something. He acts like it's out of his hands. He screams at the kids, it's quiet for fifteen minutes, and then it starts again. Arrrgh.

I don't have much positive to say, so I guess I'll go. I'll try to cheer up, get outside a little. I've got a big week ahead. Oy.

9 comments:

Snooze said...

Too funny about the oldest daughter. Your neighbours sound like mine though. Screaming all the time and then it all dies down and everything's fine for a while. Then it starts again.

Em said...

Hey, I'm pretty impressed with that understanding of the comical thinking. I think this might work! Yay you.

Chunks said...

Every time I see the name Guy, I always think of Mme. Berdusco, my high school french teacher. We had to go to the lab all the time and listen to reel-to-reel tapes and spend lots of time repeating "Je m'appelle Guy, ou est la discotheque?"

Cheer up dude, 17 days is an accomplishment!! Celebrate and embrace it!

GayProf said...

Good Work for being at Day 17! That’s great!

For whatever reason, every person I have ever known or even just heard about named Guy (pronounced ghee) has had a self-centered side.

toobusyliving said...

Your willpower is actually quite amazing...I'd be a basketcase with all that noise upstairs...In the meantime, here's a book that you could always slip under noisy neighbours door!

_Psycho said...

Wonderfull neiborhood :)

At least you still resist the smoke tempation !

PĂȘcheuse said...

Congratulations on Day 17! Life is worth the effort. Hang in there.

St. Dickeybird said...

Congrats on Day 17, from Hour 586!
:)

Brian FInch said...

You've gone through the worst part, just keep to your goal. I quit almost two years ago and I am so happy that I had done that.