It’s stupid o’clock in the morning, and I just put out my last cigarette I will hopefully ever smoke. The challenge, I know, will be, pretty much, the not smoking part. I know, I know, all the good things that can come of it. This was my one vice, my one dirty habit, that I could cling to. I’m pretty sure I would have made a pretty awful alcoholic. I’m just not that huge a fan of beer, and after two glasses of wine I’m ready for a nap.
Part of the problem may be that we apparently drink absolutely giant bottles of wine at my house. I mean, look at the cork! I must have used a back hoe to get that sucker out of the bottle.
But, as with all things, the nasty habit has to go, I suppose. What I have found is that my friends, particularly those on Facebook that have seen the original post, are supportive. I don’t know why this surprises me. After all, friends are supposed to be like that, right? Supportive, especially if you’re doing something that at least resembles and intelligent act? Man, imagine how much this would suck if everyone had just shaken their heads, or worse.
Yeah, I’m kinda an all-or-nothing kinda person. If you don’t have friends, apparently your world is inhabited by green-skinned tentacle monsters that yell negative affirmations at you. Real nice.
There is seriously something wrong inside my head.
So here will be the true challenge. When I wake up at 4 in the morning, do, you know, what guys do when we wake up at four in the morning, remembering that I have quit smoking and not automatically reach for a pack of cigs and the lighter. So, to help keep my inspired, other than threats from people at work of physical assault (yeah, you know who you are), I have decided to list the positives for quitting smoking.
1. I won’t die a hideous, cancer-riddled death before the age of fifty. Yeah, that kinda seems like a biggie, and you’d think that you really wouldn’t need another reason on the list. Not dying would seem to be pretty good reason to not do anything, something anyone could get behind. Ok, tomorrow we find out that Pokemon causes cancer. Now try to take all those cards away from your ten-year old.
2. Taking a deep breath could be a reasonable outcome. I have discovered, over many, many years of sucking ash (ASH, you perverts!), that taking a deep breath was apparently something I took for granted. There are occasions when it does still occur, and disturbingly, I am very conscious of my lungs inflating. It seems like breathing deeply has become an unnatural act for my body. That can’t be good. Oh, that, and breathing deeply actually kinda hurts now.
Either that, or there is a nest of very bitey spiders living in my lungs.
3. Maybe I’ll stop coughing up nasty crap in the morning. Yeah, that’s pretty gross to read about. Every morning though, cough up something icky, than reach for a cigarette.
Fucking spiders.
4. Maybe I could actually start exercising and lose the damn gut without feeling like I’m going to have a heart attack. Well, maybe not right away. But, considering my weight, quitting smoking certainly can’t hurt
5. Smoking is just stupidly expensive at this point. It would probably actually be cheaper to switch to crack cocaine at this point. Except for, you know, the whole go to prison for violating possession laws and having to be boyfriend to the biggest, meanest S.O.B. in the yard to avoid gang rape in the shower all the while honing my shiv-making skills so the bangers in the next block over, you know, the ones that started that riot a few weeks ago and think they’re so cool because they get to go outside once a week and pick up garbage alongside the highway and the only job my wing can get is in the kitchen, well, we don’t want those guys coming over and stealing our shit, not that there’s much to steal because, hey, it’s prison after all, and plus I’m right back on the damn cigarettes again because the only currency I have in the joint is my smokes and my ass and…..
I seem to have wandered off topic just a bit. Plus, I’ve given this scenario waaaaaaay to much thought.
Of course, there are probably things that I may have to give up along with the smoking.
1. Coffee. Yeah, my other vice. Of course, every morning, coffee and a cigarette. Breakfast of champions.
2. Fuck that. I love coffee. Not giving up coffee. Back off man, keep away from my beans!
3. Yeah, that was pretty much it. Not really anything else that might cause problems. I don’t go to bars or eat out much, plus you can’t smoke doing that anymore anyways, so hey, bonus there. Plus I don’t drink a lot at home, and I don’t really smoke when I do that, so YES, bourbon is still on the menu!
Well, this post has successfully distracted me for 46 minutes. Guess I should probably go to bed. That’ll waste another good five or six hours, hours which I normally don’t smoke during anyways, since I’m asleep, but hey, who’s counting, right?
There’s a damn spider on the ceiling. Where the hell did a spider come from? It’s January, there’s snow on the ground outside, and there’s a spider on the ceiling. Oh God, am I actually coughing up spiders? That’s it, isn’t it? Years of smoking have formed the perfect environment in my lungs for a nest of ceiling-spiders to breed, and the violent paroxysms my body goes through in the morning expel them so they can migrate to their final home, my ceiling.
Fucking spiders.
BELATED WARNING: Oh, I feel I should tell you I swear in this post, and probably will in forthcoming posts as well, so, you know, if that kind of thing offends you, well, you’re probably pretty pissed I put this at the end.
I blame my lung spiders.