Smoking Is Bad M’kay

Mr Macky
Southpark

How I Quit Smoking

I smoked cigarettes for fifteen years and quitting was probably one of the hardest things I ever did in my life so far. Smoking is obviously bad and people should quit, but I also think an individual should be allowed to smoke if he/she chooses to do so. Why should another’s decision have to mandate everyone else’s choice? One should not be punished for not conforming to what the majority subscribe to.

I didn’t quit for health reasons, although that is an excellent reason to quit. A little over six years ago, I started thinking about how much money I spent on cigarettes and was continuing to spend, not to mention the cost of that chronic (as it was once referred to back in the day). I quit for financial reasons and this was before the outrageous price of a pack these days. I can’t imagine how much I’d waste a month now if I still smoked. I’d be paying a grip for some cheap nasty-as-fuck pack of death sticks. I enjoyed smoking, I knew it was terrible for me, but I liked it. Especially after smoking the pot or eating a meal—that was the best!

One day, I got to my last cigarette in my pack of menthols and I decided right then and there, I was going to quit—cold turkey. All my friends had quit, so I was the only dumbass still going outside. I had tried to quit a few times in the past and the longest I ever went without a smoke was three months. It had become a part of my daily life and made a job with a lot of downtime bearable, so I knew it was going to be hard.

I didn’t try to replace my cigarettes, at least not in my mind, because I knew it would never work. I steered clear of my smoking buddies at lunches and breaks at first and started chilling in the breakroom or my office (usually the office, breakroom people are weirdos). I started reading a lot. I soon joined my smoking coworkers out front once again for conversation, and to test myself. It was hard, especially since one of the guys always offered me a cigarette everyday—he thought it was funny—dick. I simply took it one day at a time, as cliché as that is, but it works.

I got fat too, but I didn’t let that become an excuse. I told myself I would deal with my weight after I kicked my habit. Soon the smell was disgusting and that helped with cravings. I kept telling myself it would make me sick and taste like shit, because I had gone so long without and then I would have to start all over again. I turned into a bit of an asshole, more than usual, but I got through it.

If I can do it, and other people can, so can you—if you want to. You can only quit if you really want to. It’s okay if you don’t, that’s a choice you have make with yourself and the loved ones that may be encouraging you to quit.

I’ve known people that say things like, “I’ll never be able to quit, it’ll be impossible” as they hack up a chunk of one of their lungs in front of me. They give up before they even try—because they don’t want to.

If you want to quit smoking, you should. But don’t get it twisted son, it’s going to be really hard. Really, really hard (depending on how long you been a steady smoker). If you need assistance from medication, gum or patches, don’t be afraid to do some research and ask a doctor. I chose not to use those thangs, but that doesn’t make me better than the next dude that did. It is going to suck dick! You’re going to be miserable and want to give in, but don’t—it will pass. If you really want to quit, you just have to stick it out. That’s the secret—there isn’t one. You just have to be determined and face your goal head on.

Good luck!

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