I never would have guessed with that first drag/cough of a cigarette it was going to take over.
At the time I didn't even think about it, I was young and strong.
Later when I was older I did think about it and luckily still strong enough to quit.
And you know what? It wasn't as hard as I was told, sort of? It wasn't a walk in the park.
I was giving up my best friend, my party friend.
My comforting friend.
The friend that let me think, relax, control weight, and socialize.
I couldn't imagine life without my best friend.
But then one day I realized I could do all those things without cigarettes so I decided to quit.
Worked great for about a week but I felt I was missing something.
I WAS missing something, I was missing my best friend, Mr.
Cigarette.
Sounds corny doesn't it?My best friend Mr.
Cigarette.
So to quit I would look at pictures of people dying of cancer and diseased lungs, Yuk...
That would make me quit my smoking for about an hour and then my mind would go elsewhere and be occupied with something else.
And then I would get this urge and like a strange ritual from an old movie.
The hand would move up slowly and get a cigarette out and it wasn't until I saw the spark and heard the sound from the lighter that I would realize I was lighting yet another smoke.
Then it dawned on me,drum roll please, blow the horns, stop the presses.
It was an unconscious process.
It was a habit.
Which would mean I was an addict.
An addict can't control urges so therefore it is useless,So therefore I am damned to a life of cigarettes...
Oh well.
This mindset would hold for about a month or two while I had the little voice from my literal mind going, "you know you really should kick your habit".
It got louder and louder until one day a small voice was tugging on my shirt sleeve.
I looked down and there was my 2 year old daughter looking at me with those big eyes and asking, " Can I have a cigarette, too"? Oh great, now my little girl wants a cigarette.
What a fine role model I've become.
And then the bright idea that I'm sure no one else ever had flashed across my mind.
I'll just sneak off outside and smoke and no one will know.
They won't see me, I can hide a can of mints out there to.
You know what?I could just hide everything out side somewhere.
In fact, I could tell everyone that I had quit smoking, except my wife.
She would know something was up the second I even thought about telling her I had quit.
There's got to be a way out of this.
I know there is, I kept thinking to myself.
At the time I didn't even think about it, I was young and strong.
Later when I was older I did think about it and luckily still strong enough to quit.
And you know what? It wasn't as hard as I was told, sort of? It wasn't a walk in the park.
I was giving up my best friend, my party friend.
My comforting friend.
The friend that let me think, relax, control weight, and socialize.
I couldn't imagine life without my best friend.
But then one day I realized I could do all those things without cigarettes so I decided to quit.
Worked great for about a week but I felt I was missing something.
I WAS missing something, I was missing my best friend, Mr.
Cigarette.
Sounds corny doesn't it?My best friend Mr.
Cigarette.
So to quit I would look at pictures of people dying of cancer and diseased lungs, Yuk...
That would make me quit my smoking for about an hour and then my mind would go elsewhere and be occupied with something else.
And then I would get this urge and like a strange ritual from an old movie.
The hand would move up slowly and get a cigarette out and it wasn't until I saw the spark and heard the sound from the lighter that I would realize I was lighting yet another smoke.
Then it dawned on me,drum roll please, blow the horns, stop the presses.
It was an unconscious process.
It was a habit.
Which would mean I was an addict.
An addict can't control urges so therefore it is useless,So therefore I am damned to a life of cigarettes...
Oh well.
This mindset would hold for about a month or two while I had the little voice from my literal mind going, "you know you really should kick your habit".
It got louder and louder until one day a small voice was tugging on my shirt sleeve.
I looked down and there was my 2 year old daughter looking at me with those big eyes and asking, " Can I have a cigarette, too"? Oh great, now my little girl wants a cigarette.
What a fine role model I've become.
And then the bright idea that I'm sure no one else ever had flashed across my mind.
I'll just sneak off outside and smoke and no one will know.
They won't see me, I can hide a can of mints out there to.
You know what?I could just hide everything out side somewhere.
In fact, I could tell everyone that I had quit smoking, except my wife.
She would know something was up the second I even thought about telling her I had quit.
There's got to be a way out of this.
I know there is, I kept thinking to myself.
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