Last week was a very eventful week. I use that pretty dramatically because it was the week I attempted to quit smoking….again. For anyone who has ever attempted to release themselves from the clutches of a vice knows how dreadful and/or uncomfortable it can be – in some cases it can be equated to saying goodbye to someone you have shared an emotional relationship with. Smoking, for the most part, has been that way for me. It saw me through some of my greatest victories and failures, and was the constant in every scenario I knew I could come back to whenever I just needed a moment to myself. It also went well with a cold brew or the revelry of the night.

I relapsed though. Found myself at the local gas station with my debit card in hand, in the process of a transaction my mind kept telling me not to go through with. But I succumbed to The Cancer Stick, and ‘tickled my lungs’ on the walk back to campus.
Did I like it?
Wrong question.
I didn’t though, and I know that for a lot of smokers we share the same resentment for it. I don’t want to call it a habit because that theory has been debunked – read Allen Carr’s Easy Way to Stop Smoking. Yup, I own the book, and have read it. However, my friend keeps coming back and invading space that he clearly doesn’t fit in anymore; I’m afraid to tell the bugger he’s no longer wanted. He should get the subtle hints of Nicorette gum in my drawer shouldn’t he? I know I know, Men aren’t mind-readers, you’ll retort.

Hopefully soon I’ll buck up the courage to send my friend on his merry way so I can burn this friendship from my life’s timeline. Hopefully in time before our five year anniversary on the 19th of October! Furthermore, with winter rolling up her sleeves to give us all a good jab, I’m not looking to get bronchitis – ain’t NOBODY got time for that!