Nov 06, 2009 21:26
And it's the hardest part really. Finales usually are. Because you've been able to hold back in Maryland (after Halloween, not that there's much stress there) and you've been able to hold fast on the road (and yeah, kinda a bit of stress there) but now you're home. There's scotch. There's guitars. There's tortured memories of being....tortured? But there are memories of smoking, comforting memories of smoking. Smoking, smoking, smoking...cigarettes you understand, right?
It wasn't so much of a cool factor thing. It was more of a "hey, people who work and smoke get more breaks than non-smokers" type of thing. And that's a noble reason to cut short your life, right? But reasons for starting and reasons for continuing are rarely the same. There is a certain laziness in it, because it's hard work to quit. There's a laissez-faire attitude about it too because fuck, we're all gonna go at some point and you might as well enjoy it while you can, right?
And of course the selfish-emo stand point, if I die early no one will care anyway...whoooooooooops.....inside voice, inside voice!
But things change, and maybe it's time to stop....even though the thought of it is just SO DAMN TEMPTING at this point. But you were raised Catholic. Doing without is second nature.
drunkz,
thinkingz