I am a Quitter
So after four years of smoking I finally decided that it was time to stop be an idiot and knock it off.... It really happened oddly.... I didn't plan on it or anything... we were sitting in the parking lot at Bellarmine and then I saw the soccer coach doing a visit with a potential player.... it made me sad and made me realize that I too, at one time was an athlete, and a pretty good one I must add... So when Kim got back in the car I had a little break down, and I was telling her how this was not how things were suppose to turn out. I had really begun to feel it in my lungs and everything. So I quit! We went and got the patch and now it has been 8 days and counting, and other then the every now and then bitch moment I feel fine....
So I joined this quitting smoking group online and it said that I should write a letter to my cigarettes and tell them how I feel... I think it is kind of dumb, and entertaining at the same time! So here goes:
Dear Cigarettes,
I don't think that I want to see you anymore. I know we have spent four years together, but things just aren't working out like they did at first. We had a blast at first, you know, I could see you whenever I wanted, and when you weren't around it wasn't a big deal. But then I needed to have you and I just don't like that feeling. I really don't want you in my life, because I don't want to have to depend on you. I don't think that it is fair that you treated me the way you did... and I don't need you anymore.
Don't get me wrong, we had some really good times together. Sneaking away from the kids at camp to have a quick visit in the woods, on the loading dock at Furman and you were one of the only places that I could turn when i wanted a quick break from my job at Jillians, you were always nice when I went to get coffee, because it gave me something to do that made the time pass, and I will miss you mostly when I go out to bars because you are one hell of a drinking body, Hell I can hardly keep my hands off of you when I am intoxicated....
But I do miss you... you are everywhere I turn. You are outside every classroom and inside every bar I go into. Some of my friends still keep you around... and that is okay too. They will know when the time is right to say goodbye.
But it is over between me and you. We are through. I won't come crawling back this time, I am stronger than that. My friends and family didn't like you very much anyways. You are nothing but a leech. And I am through. I hope someday I can forget everything about you and go on living my life. My now ten years longer life. So bitch tits on you!
Sincerely
Lunchbox*
So I joined this quitting smoking group online and it said that I should write a letter to my cigarettes and tell them how I feel... I think it is kind of dumb, and entertaining at the same time! So here goes:
Dear Cigarettes,
I don't think that I want to see you anymore. I know we have spent four years together, but things just aren't working out like they did at first. We had a blast at first, you know, I could see you whenever I wanted, and when you weren't around it wasn't a big deal. But then I needed to have you and I just don't like that feeling. I really don't want you in my life, because I don't want to have to depend on you. I don't think that it is fair that you treated me the way you did... and I don't need you anymore.
Don't get me wrong, we had some really good times together. Sneaking away from the kids at camp to have a quick visit in the woods, on the loading dock at Furman and you were one of the only places that I could turn when i wanted a quick break from my job at Jillians, you were always nice when I went to get coffee, because it gave me something to do that made the time pass, and I will miss you mostly when I go out to bars because you are one hell of a drinking body, Hell I can hardly keep my hands off of you when I am intoxicated....
But I do miss you... you are everywhere I turn. You are outside every classroom and inside every bar I go into. Some of my friends still keep you around... and that is okay too. They will know when the time is right to say goodbye.
But it is over between me and you. We are through. I won't come crawling back this time, I am stronger than that. My friends and family didn't like you very much anyways. You are nothing but a leech. And I am through. I hope someday I can forget everything about you and go on living my life. My now ten years longer life. So bitch tits on you!
Sincerely
Lunchbox*