I quit smoking.

And it's for good. And that IS good.


There have been lots of people in my life that have pushed me one way or another in the process of smoking (Hi, Andi). Unfortunately, the majority of the people who I hang around promote it. Even under a year ago, the two most important people in my life, Andi and Ricky, hated it. This didn't stop me.

Nowadays it's hard to find a good best friend or girlfriend who DOESN'T smoke cigarettes.

Just my luck as I quit smoking on saturday.


"WHAAaaaaAaaaaaAAAAAaat?! Why saturday?!"

Well, I graduated, duh. Don't you check facebook or hang out with me and stuff? I want cigarettes to forever be a stupid kid thing. It's either that or they become an old man dying thing. If you smoked cigarettes when you were younger, but quit, you did it because you needed to be real with your life. And if you consider cigarettes a "wild side" to your past then congratulations, you have one i guess (a wild side).

If you DON'T quit then you just get bad skin and have birth defects.


So I quit. The only problem is-- Mom and Dad think that I quit a long time ago. I don't get the satisfaction of informing them of my decision. But I shouldn't be complaining. After all, I don't deserve it one bit. First of all-- I had the habit to begin with. Second-- I hid it from them.

So there you have it. Good lungs (well, not as damaged as they could be), less anxiety, and better saturday and sunday mornings.

You won't see me in the smoker's circle outside. Come inside and keep warm with me. I'll talk your ear off. I know how to be social. After all, i AM an...


ex-social smoker,
-andy





*note: i DO recognize the greatness of a cigarette. I had some great memories and met the finest of people. But the positivity is not the subject of nicotine for me anymore. It is the subject for you, or your friend. YOU can write about that.*