I smoke, we smoke, you smoke

Sometimes ago, i get bored on smoking. But i 'd carried on because i used to it, to keep the movement.

Then a friend decided to stop after an other serious hangover plus a insomnia caused by a old cough. You know i mean : the "i never smoke again for my life" stuff.
So i imitated him just to prove to myself that i could stop when i want to. And also especially to bother him because i was knowing that i can succeed, insteed of him.

Obviously after a overdose of Nicotine Free Patch, he start again to smoke. For his well-being of course but particularly to protect his entourage.
I didn't. As envisaged he were upset, in particularly because i was not more unpleasant than usually and i never complained about the odours of cigarettes even before breakfast. Also i stayed a modest winners with nothing like the euphoria of the new non-smoker who rediscovers life, nor of morals against cancer, the money through by the window and other little things which make a new repent non-smokers particularly unpleasant.

In fact i always hate the odour of cigarettes, but when i became non-smokers, oddly i started to appreciate it. I mean i will not perfume myself with and i 'm not talking about odour of the cold tobacco.

After weeks i still didn't die to get back into it. But sometimes, i asked myself "why can i smoke just one cigs in the evening? coz it's so easy to stop!?". The answer was : that is a very easy to think like that, watch out this is a trick. So i keep on not trusting my feeling.
But then i was thinking that it will be even more difficult to smoke only one cigarette and don't begin again. So i try this new challenge and i succeed again.

But later i wanted more and more to smoke only one cigs, but i still resisted.

Then i asked myself why shouldn't i smoke one cigarette a day after all? So i gave myself authorisation of one cigs per day, maximum. Sometimes i smoked two but sometimes i didn't smoke any.

Some days after, i was so proud of me that i release the embargo: 4 cigs during a night, 1 at breakfast, 1 by 1 after coupe's dispute...etc
Until one day people begin to ask me :
" i taught you stop smoking?
-But that's true!" i was answering (with an evil's smile), while i was asking a lighter.
"So now..?
-Now what? Now i don't smoke."

oulala too much fun... But who can say that i really began again? Frankly?
you have to note that i use only a package of rolling-tobacco per month. Easily. Then if i apply the doctrines “Fair and softy goes far in a day.”, why should i stop without talking cock*?



*french expression, can you get it?