Jun 21, 2008 14:55
So I sit here and so, in my acute boredom, I empty all of the cigarettes in the pack that was thumb-tacked to the wall by god knows who. In accomplishing nothing and feeling as though I know nothing I will say this: The burner has been turned down on the boiling pot of life for the time being. I Can say that monotony does have this benefit: it gives amazing contrast to the chaos. Not that there's anything wrong with chaos mind you... I feel as though chaos is why I'm here and so it's not like I feel any animosity to it... it's just nice to have a change of pace is all.
I feel like I have to question my Dad's judgment as far as thomas and sam go. Albeit, it is awfully nice to have a pair of non-smokers living with us for however long they have to not be smokers. They have both agreed to quit smoking for a month so that they can adopt a kitten. My dad thinks that they will want to stop for good after a month of nice healthy, non nicotine filled air... but he's dead wrong. I haven't smoked for about 6-8 months now and I haven't smoked seriously for almost a year... and I really fucking want to smoke. The only thing that stops me is the little voice in my head that tells me to not be stupid. Sam and Thomas both lack this voice in one shade or another and both of them lack it in the particular shade that tells them when they put something bad into their bodies. Maybe they'll learn...
I do know that thomas is going to be shocked when he tries to light an empty cigarette though.