Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Cigarettes: My Fantasy Love Affair

You know what I love---cigarettes. Oh-my-f*&^ng God--I love them. If I wasn't certain that I'd die from cancer I'd smoke them all day every day. I haven't smoked in YEARS--DECADES but sometimes--some days there is nothing I want more than a big old Marlboro Light.

Today is that day.

I want to slip out a cigarette, put it to my lips, light that baby and inhale so deeply that I cough so loud and hard that my throat hurts. I mean come on--what do they put into those things that after decades of not even having one I still want to puff on something akin to the end of an exhaust pipe? Crack?

Regardless--I won't be buying any cigarettes because I could be an addict--seriously--I could so easily slip into the 'I'm a smoker' routine but then what would I get for that. Lung cancer. Emphysema. Early death. Yeah--that's the crap of being middle-aged you take a serious look at the potential outcome of your actions.

Uh-huh. Two kids under age 10=No Cigarettes.

But once I hit 90 years baby--pass me the ciggy.

xoMaggie

2 Comments:

Blogger Penny Ann Richardson said...

I remember the days of lighting up with abandon all too well. I still fall off the wagon, a pack at a time, once or twice a year (I've changed from "social smoker" into "stress smoker"). After about halfway through the pack I find I don't want them anymore and it's another however many months until I think I do again. I don't know what they put in them, and I don't want to know, but it's not just that but the whole ritual of it... it DOES have a romance to it. Your fantasy affair is my occasional fling?

Love and miss you!

October 25, 2011 at 2:46 PM  
Anonymous Margaret said...

Good job saying no! :) My dad has smoked for about.. fifty years, and has quit about fifty times throughout my life. It takes a lot to be able to say no.

October 25, 2011 at 6:58 PM  

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