I’m not doing so good. I am not myself. I find myself sitting quietly when I would normally be making a ruckus. I go through periods of time where I don’t know what to do with myself, and so I fidget with my hands, or pace back and forth. The weird thing is I don’t even realize I am doing it until some time after I have started. I am beginning to forget things that I would normally remember. This is most apparent in my inability to speak. For one reason or another, I forget about every other noun in every sentence I attempt to speak. Though, contextually, most people understand what it is I am saying, it takes me a long time to get anything out, because I stop at each of these “trouble words” and attempt to figure out what it is I am trying to say.
Things that I would normally find funny do not amuse me at all. Things that I would normally tolerate, are completely intolerable at this time.
Most of all, the biggest problem is finding something to do with my time. What do I do in the truck when driving to work every morning? Normally, I would smoke cigarettes and drink coffee. What do I do now? The next time I am out on a date with a girl and I start to get nervous, what do I do in order to take the attention off of whatever is making me nervous if I cannot smoke a cigarette?
Someone ought to create something that serves the same psychological function that cigarettes do, but have it be something that is not hazardous to your health. And people all over the place can gather to join in this activity. I don’t care what you say about how bad smoking is for you, or how horrible it is for your health, the social aspects of smoking are incredibly wonderful.