I love cigarettes. I love the smell when someone opens a fresh pack, I love it when I’m at a bar and the door opens and I can smell the smoke waft in from the smokers outside, and when I see someone smoking in their car, jamming to some sweet music, I’m green with envy.
I quit smoking on April 13, 2008. This was the day after the annual Flip Cup Tournament (which deserves a whole other post – and I know some authors could help out with that one). It was also two days after I went to a cancer benefit for my boyfriend’s friend from high school. Her name was Kelly. She had lung cancer. She never smoked a cigarette in her life. She died at age 27.
Before going to that benefit, I had zero desire to quit smoking. I really had no reason to. My boyfriend smoked, some of my friends smoked, I have a great little balcony at my condo and it’s main purpose is an outlet to smoke, and to be honest, I thought I looked cool. See exhibit A.
But after going to that benefit for Kelly, a person I didn’t even know, I realized that it just wasn’t worth it. I was watching this frail girl, who is my age, pretty much say good-bye to her friends and family. I watched as she and her fiance danced to a beautiful song, and when they danced, he held her up because she was too weak. I watched as her parents stood close by, trying to smile and hold back their tears. Needless to say, it was heartbreaking.
That night I told my boyfriend that I was quitting on Sunday, right after Flip Cup. That was it. Luckily he agreed to quit with me – I don’t think I would’ve been able to do it if he hadn’t.
So – I quit. Cold turkey. Well…. only had one slip-up in June while I was in Las Vegas for a bachelorette party. And since Las Vegas is technically Fantasyland, that slip-up doesn’t count.
But I still love the the smell when someone opens a fresh pack, I still love it when I’m at a bar and the door opens and I can smell the smoke waft in from the smokers outside, and when I see someone smoking in their car, jamming to some sweet music, I’m still green with envy. But I just won’t give in.