Ugh...
It's 11:00 on a Wednesday night and I'm pretty drunk. I quit smoking on Monday, March 20th. I'm chewing nicotine gum. I don't want to smoke anymore. It's a terrible habit. If there were not negative health effects from smoking, I'd smoke a pack a day, truly. But I've decided that it's not me, not anymore. I've got so much potential in me and smoking would waste it completely. I'm an athlete, a natural athlete. I play soccer, volleyball, tennis, basketball, I'm decent at all sports. But there's no feeling like lighting up and taking a big drag. I'm going to miss it, make no mistake about it.
I'm successful, I have a good job, I'm intelligent, people respect me, I'm important, I have good friends who are upstanding citizens, I matter to other people. If I died, many people would come to mourn my death. They'd say I was a good person. I would be missed by all who knew me. I would give anything to be at my funeral. You don't know anything about yourself until you see who shows up at your funeral. That's sad. We could all use a little insight into our own lives from the viewpoints of those who know/knew us. I don't want to die. I don't care who reads this.
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