I am in the process of quitting smoking at the moment. A friend of mine, after I rather proudly had announced that I had done the unthinkable and given up my beloved cigarettes, just seemed puzzled and just asked me why? On second thought, I am not really sure of why though. Or, I am pretty sure I knew the 'why' when I decided to give up, but three weeks into a non-smoking life, and the 'why' keeps eluding me. The thought of never have a cigarette ever again, scares the living daylight out of me, and the tiniest thing can make me go off as a packet of seafood on a hot tropical day. But, although I am not quite sure of the 'why' anymore, i'll keep on not smoking. I just wished no one else would smoke either. It's not that I envy those who do smoke, or that I don't think anyone should smoke if I can't smoke. Absolutely not, if people smoke, please go ahead (I would love to), it's just that everytime I see it or smell it I can feel the want and desire and need as a physical pang to my tummy. I am not sure why I am quitting anymore. It seems rather silly...
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