sinkoman
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I don't really post here anymore, but I thought this would be a good place to come out and thought dump about this topic, seeing as how I made a thread about it the last time it was a prevalent theme in my life.
So, after probably something like 3 years of having kicked a pack a day smoking habit, I was a huge pussy and relapsed. I remember making a self-congratulatory (i.e. masturbatory) thread about it when I had finally managed to quit, but oddly enough, quitting at the time was incredibly easy. I was just fed up with smoking, and really hated the act of it so much, that after getting too sick to consistently chain smoke, I gave it up. Ironically though, I can't seem to get over how much I enjoy it now.
What's really pathetic, is how much I try to come up with excuses for this shit. "Oh ****, i'm just going through some shit", or "I was in a weird spot and caved", are the typical quips I spew when people ask why the hell I went back to it. But, from a purely logical standpoint, I had been (idiotically) smoking spliffs with my friends, which progressed to smoking spliffs on my own, which progressed to taking drags from friends, which spiraled into bumming them from friends and strangers, at which point I thought to myself "Well, I guess I gotta support my own habit with my own money". A part of me really believes though, that it was some sort of pathetic cry for attention.
I bought a bag of Top from a gas station a little less than a week ago. ****... I bought it last Friday, and I doubt it'll even last me to tomorrow. The trip was out of the way too; I went with the explicit goal of buying either a pack or some rolling tobacco, and I trembled like an eager meth-addict the whole way There. I came out to my mom about it afterwards, since she smoked for a decent chunk of time too. I told her, and everybody else, that i'd quit again after this bag. But what really sucks is that I think i'm just ****ing lying to myself when I tell that to other people.
I smoked my first cigarette of today with a cup of coffee, and it was great. I loved it so much that I thought to myself, "Damn, I dunno if I can just drop it like that after today...". I came up with more excuses: "Oh, I just gotta fix my mindset, and then i'll be ready to quit", or "yeah, once i'm feeling better emotionally, then i'll quit".
I think i'm going to go pour another cup of coffee once i'm done with this post. Another cigarette would go great with that, but I just may have to turn it down, in an effort to stretch this bag as far as possible. That'd be 3 cigarettes in 3 hours too. A boge and some coffee sounds so good right now though...
TL;DR : Sinko is a huge crybaby who started smoking again
So, after probably something like 3 years of having kicked a pack a day smoking habit, I was a huge pussy and relapsed. I remember making a self-congratulatory (i.e. masturbatory) thread about it when I had finally managed to quit, but oddly enough, quitting at the time was incredibly easy. I was just fed up with smoking, and really hated the act of it so much, that after getting too sick to consistently chain smoke, I gave it up. Ironically though, I can't seem to get over how much I enjoy it now.
What's really pathetic, is how much I try to come up with excuses for this shit. "Oh ****, i'm just going through some shit", or "I was in a weird spot and caved", are the typical quips I spew when people ask why the hell I went back to it. But, from a purely logical standpoint, I had been (idiotically) smoking spliffs with my friends, which progressed to smoking spliffs on my own, which progressed to taking drags from friends, which spiraled into bumming them from friends and strangers, at which point I thought to myself "Well, I guess I gotta support my own habit with my own money". A part of me really believes though, that it was some sort of pathetic cry for attention.
I bought a bag of Top from a gas station a little less than a week ago. ****... I bought it last Friday, and I doubt it'll even last me to tomorrow. The trip was out of the way too; I went with the explicit goal of buying either a pack or some rolling tobacco, and I trembled like an eager meth-addict the whole way There. I came out to my mom about it afterwards, since she smoked for a decent chunk of time too. I told her, and everybody else, that i'd quit again after this bag. But what really sucks is that I think i'm just ****ing lying to myself when I tell that to other people.
I smoked my first cigarette of today with a cup of coffee, and it was great. I loved it so much that I thought to myself, "Damn, I dunno if I can just drop it like that after today...". I came up with more excuses: "Oh, I just gotta fix my mindset, and then i'll be ready to quit", or "yeah, once i'm feeling better emotionally, then i'll quit".
I think i'm going to go pour another cup of coffee once i'm done with this post. Another cigarette would go great with that, but I just may have to turn it down, in an effort to stretch this bag as far as possible. That'd be 3 cigarettes in 3 hours too. A boge and some coffee sounds so good right now though...
TL;DR : Sinko is a huge crybaby who started smoking again