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Smoking it is:
I've smoked for 13 years, but less and less over the course of the last 3. Basically, I realised I was a social smoker and a dope addict, which meant, in the end, I was only really interested in a chuff down the pub or when I had some gear (but considering that was ALL THE TIME, I was still smoking quite a lot). Anyway, I stopped smoking so much gear and reigned in my social life and slowly, slowly I managed to whittle myself down to about 2 fags a day.... Until 7 weeks ago, when I decided to give up altogether. Various stuff contributed to the decision: the steady decline of my tobacco intake, a desire to live beyond 40, a fucking painful stomach ulcer (the pleasures of which I'm still enjoying) and the fact that I JUST DON'T LIKE SMOKING AND NEVER REALLY DID. So, anyway, I think I've done pretty well up till now, but I have shared a couple of joints and that's bad and not givey uppy, so that shit's got to stop! I'll buy a pipe. It's easy most of the time, but sometimes, at the partay, it's so hard! Smoking's like armour - everyone lights up at the same time.... This tiny thing becomes so important, it protects and shields you and lubricates conversation and without it...God, sometimes I feel so adrift. And that's why it's got to stop, 'cause occassionaly I just make this breakthrough, when, instead of dampening my social skills, the lack of fag allows me to get concentrate more acutely on them. A couple of times recently, I've found myself really engaged with someone else, with the interaction, far more deeply than I would have been had I been holding a fag. I know this stuff must sound weird to non-smokers (and possibly some smokers), but there must be some peeps out there who know what I'm talking about. Something about smoking distances the smoker from other people, locks us into our little smoking bubble and it can be difficult to emerge.
God, I'm so oral. |
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