I consider myself a smoker.
I have recently been creeping up to a pack a day of delicious, straight-up Camel Filters. After the glorious – and often frantic – unwrapping of a fresh pack of smokes, each Camel is enjoyed in either times of joy or times of extreme stress. I always told myself I would quit when smoking became something that I do not enjoy. “I’ll quit when I’m ready,” I would say.
Now I am being forced to quit smoking cigarettes. This is the end of the first day, and I am damn well near creating a shrine to cigarettes in my room using every sort of media and material possible, okay? I am a smoker. I truly enjoy every cigarette, I share smoking bonds with friends, I know that my favorite energy drink* goes perfectly with a cigarette or two cruising down the highway. I am indignant and wonder how long I can be compliant because I know the truth about me and cigarettes.
I am not ready to give smoking up.
But I have to.
So I’m going to give it the ol’ college try (ha), and maybe get started on a collection of cigarette-based art.
Edit: Apparently I’m not the only one. See here.
*My favorite energy drink is Sugarfree Red Bull.
