Quitter

The best thing about being a non-smoker: hanging out with other non-smokers and not feeling like the ass of the group. You know, that one person that everyone is friends with but nobody wanted to invite because of that one thing they do that bothers everyone else. With me, it was my smoking habit. Apparently it was more important to me than my friends, or money for that matter. It's been a month and for some reason, I can't wait for it to be a year, 2 years, 10 years. I'm a quitter and I'm fucking proud of it. I can finally get into my sister's car and not feel like shit for wanting to light up that cigarette and inhale death while making her cough, gag, make horrible faces at me and wish death upon me for making her car reek for the next week (that rhymed). It terrifies me to think that one day I will have damaged my lungs so bad that I'll have to carry an oxygen tank with me where ever I go. That my family will see me like this and look at me with pity and shame. I'm the kind of person that cannot miss out on anything and if I go before I feel it is my time, I will not go happily. Therefore, I quit and I intend to live a long happy smoke free life. I know it's morbid, but I need to say that I'm happy as shit being a non-smoker and nothing will ever change that. I've quit before but I've never felt this good about it. I don't know what the difference is this time but I like it. I feel free and healthy. I personally believe Michigan should follow suit and be a non-smoking state. It would be nice to go out for a few drinks and not come home hacking up a lung, coughing up smoke and smelling like I live in a trailer park with curlers in my hair and wearing only a bathrobe and pink bunny slippers. Just my take on what my future might have looked like if I had continued to spend my hard, well ok not so hard earned, money on cigarettes.