grr
Would everyone who keeps trying to convince me that I need to start smoking again, kindly knock it off? It's not going to happen. See, I sat down with myself and we had a little talk. We came to the conclusion that there was no real reason to have ever begun smoking in the first place. I didn't smoke at all before I came to Purdue and saying I'll quit when I'm through with college is bullshit. It won't happen. By then I'll be too addicted to quit.
The other day at work, I was pulling back up to the store and I saw this wrinkly looking lady carrying a pack of cigarettes with her into Hunter's Pub next door and I just realized I don't want to look like that. And I constantly talk to people on the phone at work who have smoker's voice. I just don't want that for myself. And since there was no real reason for me ever to start, why did I?
And it still always plagues me what Rick said one night when we were at the laundromat on the levee. He pointed to a women who was smoking while she did her laundry. She looked disgusting. He said he didn't want to ever see me turn out like that. At one point he even told me he could tell that smoking had changed my voice a bit. Sigh.
Who knows, but all this quitting for a week or a month at a time then starting back up is just bullshit, too. The other day I threw my pack out the window and decided I'm done for good. Fuck it all. I honestly don't care that some of my friends smoke, it doesn't bother me and I won't go around preaching at them to quit, but please just respect the fact that I'm trying to make a healthy decision for myself. Ok. That's not too much to ask! :)
The other day at work, I was pulling back up to the store and I saw this wrinkly looking lady carrying a pack of cigarettes with her into Hunter's Pub next door and I just realized I don't want to look like that. And I constantly talk to people on the phone at work who have smoker's voice. I just don't want that for myself. And since there was no real reason for me ever to start, why did I?
And it still always plagues me what Rick said one night when we were at the laundromat on the levee. He pointed to a women who was smoking while she did her laundry. She looked disgusting. He said he didn't want to ever see me turn out like that. At one point he even told me he could tell that smoking had changed my voice a bit. Sigh.
Who knows, but all this quitting for a week or a month at a time then starting back up is just bullshit, too. The other day I threw my pack out the window and decided I'm done for good. Fuck it all. I honestly don't care that some of my friends smoke, it doesn't bother me and I won't go around preaching at them to quit, but please just respect the fact that I'm trying to make a healthy decision for myself. Ok. That's not too much to ask! :)