Shattered Resolutions
This applies mainly to smokers.
Have you ever thought to yourself quite randomly while in bed at night ... "You know what, fuck it. I swear tomorrow I am fucking quitting. I can fucking do it this time I know it."
Everything is fine and dandy and you go to sleep with such a tremendous resolute. And yes, it feels good.
But the shit hits the fan when you wake up at 6 in the fucking morning to go to a job you don't want to go to. When you get there, you're still half asleep and wobble to the lunch truck to buy a coffee. And as any addicted smoker knows, coffee and cigarettes go hand-in-hand. So I slowly sip my coffee taking in all it's caffeinated glory. And I gingerly reach into my pocket and light my cigarette. As I look into the sky, the dissipating smoke brings a serenity into such a harsh day and I feel bodily, psychological, and emotional calm. I keep my head and chin up and prepare myself to tackle another day.
Then, the ominous clouds cover a sad-stricken sun. I ponder very aimlessly as to why the sudden change. And like an anvil dropped on Wile E. Coyote, it hits me, and it hits me hard. I smoked a cigarette. My rock hard resolute of the night before crumbles ever so monotonously. Yeah, I fucked that up. I blame it primarily on my nocturnal state-of-mind and most often times the accompaniment of alcoholic influences.
*sigh*
Resolutions should be like a pencil eraser. When you fuck them up, you should turn the pencil over and erase them. If only it were that simple. But I swear, next time I'll quite!
- Fizzle
... on a side note: said experience usually has similar consequences when alcohol plays the leading role. After all the vomit and right after the hangover passes, you never want to drink again. But surely enough, you realize it all too late when you're already having a menage-a-trois with vodka, orange juice, and yourself. But hey, life does indeed work in mysterious ways. Ahhh, gotta love corny cliches!
Have you ever thought to yourself quite randomly while in bed at night ... "You know what, fuck it. I swear tomorrow I am fucking quitting. I can fucking do it this time I know it."
Everything is fine and dandy and you go to sleep with such a tremendous resolute. And yes, it feels good.
But the shit hits the fan when you wake up at 6 in the fucking morning to go to a job you don't want to go to. When you get there, you're still half asleep and wobble to the lunch truck to buy a coffee. And as any addicted smoker knows, coffee and cigarettes go hand-in-hand. So I slowly sip my coffee taking in all it's caffeinated glory. And I gingerly reach into my pocket and light my cigarette. As I look into the sky, the dissipating smoke brings a serenity into such a harsh day and I feel bodily, psychological, and emotional calm. I keep my head and chin up and prepare myself to tackle another day.
Then, the ominous clouds cover a sad-stricken sun. I ponder very aimlessly as to why the sudden change. And like an anvil dropped on Wile E. Coyote, it hits me, and it hits me hard. I smoked a cigarette. My rock hard resolute of the night before crumbles ever so monotonously. Yeah, I fucked that up. I blame it primarily on my nocturnal state-of-mind and most often times the accompaniment of alcoholic influences.
*sigh*
Resolutions should be like a pencil eraser. When you fuck them up, you should turn the pencil over and erase them. If only it were that simple. But I swear, next time I'll quite!
- Fizzle
... on a side note: said experience usually has similar consequences when alcohol plays the leading role. After all the vomit and right after the hangover passes, you never want to drink again. But surely enough, you realize it all too late when you're already having a menage-a-trois with vodka, orange juice, and yourself. But hey, life does indeed work in mysterious ways. Ahhh, gotta love corny cliches!