Ok, I love smoking. Passionately. Smoking for me is associated with very good memories. Smoking and reading. What could be better. When you get to the end of a good book and you have smoked a pack over a night and you are gritty and dirty and zooming to the end of the book, you savor each cigarette for about 2 secs, then forget you even lit it and puff intensely away.
Even better throw a bubble bath and wine in the mix and it is pure happiness. Especially in the winter when you make a good hot bath and crack the window to let the icy air in. Getting drunk, smoking cigy after cigy and racing through a book. mmm The beauty.
I still love smoking and I don’t even smoke. Haven’t for three plus years. When I am at a bar and someone lights up or even a day at work when I go down with the smokers, I love the smell. It is rare when I have a cigarette Nazi moment, the whole smoking ritual is so wonderful. Breathing like a dragon and playing with the cigarette, knowing you have 7 ish minutes of enjoyment, bitching about work, reading a book, drinking a beer or just b.s.ing. Oh how I love smoking!!
amen and amen and amen… been smoke free for 3weeks now… miss it, but won’t go back