The hardest things I’ve given up were God (I didn’t want to, at first) and some of the relationships I’ve been in.
I used to play a lot of the game Hearthstone. It entered my life at a pretty lonely/stressful time and made a nice escape. It’s genuinely a fun game, pits you against a real person, and the games finish in around ten minutes. So I got very sucked in; and I got quite good at it. I never really liked that I played it. It felt like a waste of my time, that it would suck me away from other things my superego would rather be doing.
I was on Twitter for nearly ten years, starting in 2009. It made me feel informed, even if mainly informed on memes. I was never focused enough in my tweeting to amass a following, but it was a fun way to be witty. I used to worry that I had conditioned myself to think in tweet-sized aphorisms.
I read somewhere that it’s common for recovering addicts to transfer some of their attachment to their addiction into something new. Anecdotally the recovering alcoholics I know tend to drink a lot of soda.
When I quit Hearthstone originally, I tried to replace it with similar games that were less addicting. Over time I realized that games that last ~10 minutes and pit you against another player over the internet are just too much of a weakness for me. I play Sudoku or Duolingo on my phone, and Slay The Spire on my computer now when I want a little brain-rinse or something to do on the bus. I wish I read more novels, but maybe we’ll get there one day.
I guess I joined Lines around when I started intentionally trying to leave both of those things. Maybe it’s my soda.