I don't miss wheezing and having that heavy feeling in my chest. The smelling of stale smoke. Ashes and ashtrays. Basically I don't miss anything about smoking.
driving thru pouring rain with the window down to let smoke out and getting me and the rear seat all wet. i didn't even remember that part until driving thru the rain a few weeks ago enjoying a puff with the window up. having my dog give me a dirty look because they got a whiff of smoke, my younger daughter telling me she won't talk to me when i need one of those tracheotomy things from throat cancer, and all while telling myself it was for the enjoyment of a smoke
Not smellin like smoke or tbt nasty after taste it leaves..shoot my gf at the time said shed leave me unless i quite..i tried but ya didnt wrk lol tried to hide it when i didnt see her lol...also the rain comment i second tht..man tht sucked big time n now i can stay nice n warm o ya n dry n enjoy it.
I don't miss that my purse always had bits and pieces of chopped up tobacco all over the inside. It got into nooks and crannies of everything. "Hey, do you have a mint?", then go to grab one and it'd be littered with pieces of tobacco. Gross and embarrassing. Now when I go to switch out my purse, no more hanging my purse upside down over the garbage can, shaking the heck out of it to empty tobacco from it. And my mints are now suitable to share.
Getting 5 miles down the road, and turning around to go back and check the ashtray to see if I really did put that one out!
Burn holes in my clothes.
Hacking, hacking, hacking...did I say hacking?!
Worrying about running out of cigs...
I do miss my Zippo though, love that smell clink/zzip/snap! and sound
My worst moments when smoking were when I'd lose a lighter get out my cigarette thinking I was going to get my fix. Only to have it be held up by not being able to actually get lit. One of those so close but so far away moments; no pain like that imho. I don't miss that at all. Also I hated smoking in other people's vehicles for the fear that either the cherry would fall off, drop the cigarette, or that it would come back in the window when I threw it out.
Having non-smoker friends tell me I smelled like smoke, being tired, running out of smokes, never being able to find a lighter, not being able to smoke in-doors. Just a few lol
No failed mods, batteries, leaking juice..oh wait... damn it..
The masses would come bum from me. That got old. I would also blow extra 5-10 on random junk food, lighters at the gas station and my mission was just smokes. Losing my 80 dollar colibri lighters..
When I really miss it, I now bum from them.. Payback's a bish..
1) The Cost
2) Having to go outside in the rain/sleet/snow/impending apocalypse to smoke
3) Cleaning ash that's been ground into the carpets of my car
4) The stinky clothes
5) The Stinky breath
6) Yellowing Teeth
7) Yellowing fingers
8) Doctor up my backside all the time about stopping smoking (showed him, hah!)
9) Dentist up my backside at the same time about what smoking is doing to my teeth
10) Finding tobacco absolutely everywhere all the time
11) Loose packets that tip tobacco out everywhere and waste it
12) Never having enough papers
13) Carrying a backup lighter, and a backup for the backup lighter
I did not know that waking up with your arms asleep was from smoking. Now that I see that, it makes sense. I use to wake every morning with my arms asleep. That doesn't happen hardly ever now.
I don't miss that my purse always had bits and pieces of chopped up tobacco all over the inside. It got into nooks and crannies of everything. "Hey, do you have a mint?", then go to grab one and it'd be littered with pieces of tobacco. Gross and embarrassing. Now when I go to switch out my purse, no more hanging my purse upside down over the garbage can, shaking the heck out of it to empty tobacco from it. And my mints are now suitable to share.
It's been so cold here.. but the last few days have been sunny. I went out on my back deck.. just looking at the woods behind my house and I smelled something bad. An ashtray left sitting on the railing.. full of butts in a gooey sludge of rainwater.. it's been sitting there all winter.
That really made me think about how smoking was ruining my life.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.