Like many smokers it seems like I’ve bee trying to quit since I started. I was 16, a junior in high school, and convinced that I looked much hotter with a cigarette in my hand blowing smoke out of my nose than I did without. Not to mention, I liked the Camel’s that came in the pink package that had the cute little pink camel on the filter. IT WAS PINK. It was practically asking me to buy it. It also helped that sweet Asaad at the Bardstown Rd. Smoke Shop never carded me or any of my friends. Thanks
Asaad 16-year-old cleavage, thanks a lot.
That smoke shop is out of business now- just FYI.
All of my friends smoked then. All of them . It felt like we were getting away with something because we all knew our parents would flip if they found a pack just lying around in our room or in our purse. Eventually some of them wised up and kicked the habit, and some of them still smoke a pack+ a day, but for me it’s been an on/off thing ever since. It’s like the bad boyfriend you can’t help but go back to time and time again. I hate cigarettes, HATE THEM, but it’s a social thing, it’s something to do. I can go a week without giving in, but then I get a couple of glasses of wine in me on a Friday night and suddenly I feel a rush of how much I missed them and get this ironic notion that I can’t live without them.
A few reasons why I HATE cigarettes:
1. See those teeth? Is that cute? I had braces for 5 years. FIVE YEARS. Do you know how much money that is? How much time and pain and ibprofen I had to choke down to get this beautiful smile? I’ll be damed if I ruin it.
2. Smoking makes it really hard to breathe. Why does my usual workout kick my ass so much harder on Mondays? Because I’ve been busy sucking on cancer over the weekend just so I have something to do with my hands.
3. This is what I have to look forward too. If I don’t die from the various cancers, emphysema, or heart disease, I get to smoke out of my throat for the rest of my life? Doesn’t that sound like fun? No. It doesn’t. It sounds sad. Just put me down at that point, folks. You have my permission.
So please, if you haven’t started, don’t. If you have and I ask to bum, pretend like it’s your last one. I never take the last one. I’ll leave you with something that always makes me think twice before I light up: