Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Ya know…
I don’t like to see anyone suffer, but I’m glad I’m not the only one having weird smoking dreams. Mine have been calmer and more satisfying, but still damned weird. In one I drove all the way across Texas for some sort of event. Then I realized that there was nobody around that I knew, so I went to the c-store and selected several different brands, took them out to my truck, and took my time choosing which I’d smoke. And it was soooo good when I smoked it. If real-life cigarettes were that satisfying, I’d never have been able to quit. It was like a religious experience and an orgasm, all wrapped up in one.
Or maybe they’re not weird so much as annoying. Or something. I could really stand not to think about cigarettes any more than I have to, though. All I know is that I wasn’t lucky enough to have any aversion to the damned things at all, so quitting was a hell of a struggle even though I had the bestest reason in the world. But I did it. And I will hold that over my child’s head, as all good mothers do.
*evil snicker*