Post by Ann on Jun 22, 2004 12:08:18 GMT -5
Things are different now
Bubb
When I get up in the morning, I stumble into the kitchen, grab a container of orange juice and pour a tall one. I’ve traded my pack of smokes and morning cup of coffee for the juice. Once I get my bearings, I hit the shower, get dressed, grab the bag of veggies my wife packs each day and away I go.
No more cigarettes on the way to the train station and of course no smoking on the train. At the end of the train line, everyone gets off and heads for another day on the job. As is the case each and every day, the smokers light up as soon as their feet hit the ground.
I no longer envy the smokers. There was a time when I’d follow a smoker and kinda wish some smoke would blow my way. I’d hope to cop just a short hit. When I’d notice someone smoking my old brand, I almost felt as though we were somehow related and I’d be able to bum one and not feel embarrassed.
Things are different now. Unconsciously, I now find myself weaving out and around the clouds of smoke as I walk along. Even though statistically there are fewer smokers than non-smokers, it’s impossible to avoid all the blue blowing in the wind. No sooner do I get around one smoker, there’s another one. It’s hard not to secretly wonder if they’ve tried to quit recently. I’ve often wondered if I should be so bold as to suggest they find JUST4U on the web.
Becoming a non-smoker has certainly redirected some of the things I think about each day. Rather than thinking about when I’ll have my next cigarette, I spend that time and energy doing other things. Like wondering why I began to smoke in the first place.
Posted by Bubb
5/31/01
Bubb
When I get up in the morning, I stumble into the kitchen, grab a container of orange juice and pour a tall one. I’ve traded my pack of smokes and morning cup of coffee for the juice. Once I get my bearings, I hit the shower, get dressed, grab the bag of veggies my wife packs each day and away I go.
No more cigarettes on the way to the train station and of course no smoking on the train. At the end of the train line, everyone gets off and heads for another day on the job. As is the case each and every day, the smokers light up as soon as their feet hit the ground.
I no longer envy the smokers. There was a time when I’d follow a smoker and kinda wish some smoke would blow my way. I’d hope to cop just a short hit. When I’d notice someone smoking my old brand, I almost felt as though we were somehow related and I’d be able to bum one and not feel embarrassed.
Things are different now. Unconsciously, I now find myself weaving out and around the clouds of smoke as I walk along. Even though statistically there are fewer smokers than non-smokers, it’s impossible to avoid all the blue blowing in the wind. No sooner do I get around one smoker, there’s another one. It’s hard not to secretly wonder if they’ve tried to quit recently. I’ve often wondered if I should be so bold as to suggest they find JUST4U on the web.
Becoming a non-smoker has certainly redirected some of the things I think about each day. Rather than thinking about when I’ll have my next cigarette, I spend that time and energy doing other things. Like wondering why I began to smoke in the first place.
Posted by Bubb
5/31/01
