I Quit Weed and Lost Two Friends. I Don’t Regret It.

I Thought Nothing Would Change

When I quit, I didn’t think it would affect us. We weren’t teenagers sitting in a car park. We were adults. Grown men. I figured we’d still grab a beer, still watch the match, still be the same.

I was wrong about that, but not in a dramatic way. Nobody had a falling out. Nobody said anything. Things just got quieter, and then quieter again, and then mostly silent.

Quitting Was the Easier Part

Quitting itself wasn’t that hard for me. I’d been at it for about eight years, most evenings, sometimes more. I’d thought about stopping for a while before I actually did it.

The physical side was unpleasant for a couple of weeks, the sleep especially. But I’d decided, and I don’t tend to undo decisions once I’ve made them. That’s just how I’m built.

If you are navigating something similar, understanding the withdrawal process helped me make sense of why everything felt so raw during that time.

Sober in a Smoking Circle

The first few months, I still made the effort with Marcus and Jay. Showed up, sat with them while they smoked outside, had a drink. But the rhythm was off.

When you’re sober in that environment, you notice how much of the conversation is about smoking, or happens between smokes, or builds up to the next one. It’s the structure of the evening. I’d never clocked it when I was inside it. From the outside, it’s obvious.

I don’t blame them for it. I’m not saying they’re bad people because they still smoke. They like it, it works for them, that’s their business.

But the shared thing we’d built over years, a lot of that was the routine. Same substance, same evenings, same rhythms. Once I wasn’t part of that, the gap showed.

The Slow Fade

Marcus tried for a bit. He’d text, we’d make plans. But plans with him always ended up the same way. I didn’t want to spend my Friday nights in a fog I’d chosen to leave.

So I’d make excuses. Eventually the texts stopped. No conversation about it. Just a slow fade.

With Jay it was even simpler. We’d never had much outside the work-and-smoke connection anyway. He found that out the same time I did.

Am I Lonely?

People ask me if I’m lonely. I’m not, particularly. I’ve got other people in my life, people I was already close to who didn’t smoke. Those relationships actually got more space when I wasn’t always half-checked-out.

My girlfriend says I’m more present. She means it as a compliment. I take it as one, though it does make me think about the years I wasn’t.

The Honest Accounting

The honest accounting of it: I lost two friends and gained clarity on what those friendships actually were. That sounds brutal. Maybe it is. I’m not saying it with bitterness, though. It’s just what happened.

Some connections are built around a shared habit, and when the habit goes, so does the glue. There’s no villain in that story.

What I do know is that the version of my life that kept those friendships intact required me to keep smoking. That’s the trade. Some people would make it differently. I didn’t want to anymore.

Fifteen years from now, I won’t regret the choice I made. I’m fairly sure I would have regretted the other one.

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