Smoking... the part I miss the most
Aug. 22nd, 2020 10:12 amI was raised in the heart of tobacco, in a city who's name was most known for two brands of cigarettes. Smoking cigarettes was 'shopping local'. A pack of cigarettes was $.20.
Yeah we knew they were bad but so was coffee and bacon and thinking impure thoughts.
I smoked cheerfully and skillfully for 40 years. And now I have COPD. I don't miss the expense. A pack of cigarettes, here in Washington State is now $12. I don't miss the mess.
I miss the friends. Even in the days when we could smoke inside, smokers gathered together. Instant friends. You could light up a cigarette anywhere in the world and before it turned into a butt you had one, two or maybe a gaggle of new friends who were strangers when you first lit the flame. It was amazing and marvelous and so easy and fun.
In the early 90's I worked for the head of an IBM software lab. He had a corner office on the top (third) floor with windows overlooking the courtyard where we were still allowed to smoke. He was not a smoker. But most of us on his staff were, so several times a day we'd head out for our smoke. It killed him to be left out. When we came back, he'd grill me about what we talked about. I never broke the smokers' pact BUT I will say, we got a lot of very productive business done while he watched from the 3rd floor.
I miss the smoker friends - the close ones and the casual ones. So much. I have zero smoking regrets.
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Date: 2020-08-23 10:07 pm (UTC)40 years or so for me too. And the COPD. I hate being tethered to the O2 concentrator. And pulmonologist says I’ve had a minor exacerbation. I’m progressing.
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Date: 2020-08-23 10:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-23 11:15 pm (UTC)Things would be more tolerable if I had a little more money coming in.