Hellooooooooooo cigarettes.
We've had a tumultuous relationship. You taunting me every time I drink, begging me to light your tip up. But I rarely gave in.
But now that I've dropped a couple of bad habits (I think you can guess what they might be) I've started smoking on a regular basis. Like having to buy my own pack basis. *sigh*
Before anybody lectures, believe me....I know. I've been raised around smokers my entire life. Hell, I'm surprised I didn't come out of the womb asking for one. Most of my family has either stopped completely or cut back dramatically, which is great. I've watched them struggle with quitting, and had to listen/read what other people say about smokers. You can be a serial killer, but if you smoke, that's the biggest sin.
Ugh, best not to start on "those" people. They piss me off. No one is perfect, we all have our crutches, so just STFU and work on your own problems.
Anyhoo, I think it's more of an oral fixation than being addicted to nicotine now. I only smoke maybe three or four a day, and I'm not having freak-out attacks when I can't have one. Am I happy that I've begun this? No. But a lot of people coming down from things pick up smoking, so I guess I'm just one in a long list of billions to take it up to ease the withdrawals of other things.
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