I won't miss having my girlfriend ...... off at me for lighting another cigarette and then having her walk ten feet away from me to stay away from the smoke, followed by hours of not wanting a kiss. I won't miss the smoke in my eyes when I'm driving or playing guitar.I won't miss creeping out of the house to have smoke or three while everyone is asleep, just to end up waking everyone else up anyway. I won't miss avoiding sneaking out and just staying in bed and having a smoke or three and then falling asleep in a room filled with carbon monoxide just to wake up in the morning with a splitting headache. I won't miss that extra nasty cigarette morning breathe that tasted like someone shoved burnt food down my throat. I won't miss the ashes in my mouth, or the rogue bit of hot cherry that I just was so lucky enough to inhale. I won't miss burning my hair. I think that's enough...
what I WILL NOT miss......the list
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Something I *will* miss: Having my wife light my analogs for me.
OK, that sounds a little weird. From day one, whenever either of us wanted a cigarette one of us would light two and pass one to the other. Peer pressure? I don't know. But it was always a nice gesture, one of those little things that we did for one another many times a day.
I will *not* miss the stares and comments whenever someone would see one of us lighting two cigarettes at once, as if one wasn't enough.
OK, that sounds a little weird. From day one, whenever either of us wanted a cigarette one of us would light two and pass one to the other. Peer pressure? I don't know. But it was always a nice gesture, one of those little things that we did for one another many times a day.
I will *not* miss the stares and comments whenever someone would see one of us lighting two cigarettes at once, as if one wasn't enough.
I won't miss taking my wife to the ER and having the Doc ask 'who stinks of smoke?'
I won't miss the CD ROM and DVD ROM readers and writers ruined by smoke residue (3 or 4 of them).
I won't miss the disappointment and hurt on the face of my cardiac surgeon when he found out I took up smoking again.
I won't miss being outside in the rain at work trying to find a spot dry enough to smoke because I forgot my umbrella.
I won't miss the stain on my fingernail, but it was cool to watch it grow out and disappear.
I will cherish the memory of my cardiologist saying, with a big smile 'You don't smell of cigarettes!. Did you finally quit?'. Then telling her I started vaping instead and giving her information to pass to her dad.
I won't miss the CD ROM and DVD ROM readers and writers ruined by smoke residue (3 or 4 of them).
I won't miss the disappointment and hurt on the face of my cardiac surgeon when he found out I took up smoking again.
I won't miss being outside in the rain at work trying to find a spot dry enough to smoke because I forgot my umbrella.
I won't miss the stain on my fingernail, but it was cool to watch it grow out and disappear.
I will cherish the memory of my cardiologist saying, with a big smile 'You don't smell of cigarettes!. Did you finally quit?'. Then telling her I started vaping instead and giving her information to pass to her dad.
I will not miss all of the things that have been mentioned in this great thread... but the thing that won't miss most of all is not doing harm to my childrens health. I always went outside to smoke after having kids, but the smoke stays in your hair, your hands, your clothes, your car...you get the point.
This poem, sad as it is, was the thing that really opened my eyes to the reality of it all... Its by an unknown author so I think I can post it here... read it. If you have kids, it will just about make you cry. I have read it a lot of times.
This poem, sad as it is, was the thing that really opened my eyes to the reality of it all... Its by an unknown author so I think I can post it here... read it. If you have kids, it will just about make you cry. I have read it a lot of times.
I lie in here, beside the whitewashed wall,
My hair is gone, my head is bald,
The room is sterile and it's very cold,
Wish you were here, Dad, I need someone to hold.
I can't breathe, I'm on a machine,
It goes whirr and click, it's such a din,
I've got lung cancer, it's all black inside,
When Mom says smoking causes cancer, Dad, I think she lied.
I never lit up, even when you did,
I just sat next to you, a small little kid,
You huffed and puffed through your life, Dad,
And Mom always looked so very sad.
My friends asked me to smoke, but I never did,
Because Mom told me from young: smoking is stupid,
It soots up your lungs and blackens your teeth,
So when I see a smoker, Dad, I anger and seethe.
You smoked two packs a day but you're still healthy and strong,
I hate smokers, Dad, but I never thought you wrong,
I love you, Dad, I always sat next to you,
And I know that you always loved me too.
The room here is cold, I see you through the glass,
And I think back to long ago, Dad, of times past,
Of the memories, I recall as much as I can,
There's always been a cigarette, Dad, stuck inside your hand.
I remember the fun things, Dad, all the times we had,
But as I look at you from here, you look so very sad,
You're not smoking, Dad, no cigarette I can see on you,
Maybe it's just the hospital, and this is the ICU.
My breathing becomes labored, I don't think I'll live,
Well, I tried my best, I gave all I had to give,
But one thing, Dad, I cannot comprehend,
I'm not a smoker, so why is my life about to end?
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My hair is gone, my head is bald,
The room is sterile and it's very cold,
Wish you were here, Dad, I need someone to hold.
I can't breathe, I'm on a machine,
It goes whirr and click, it's such a din,
I've got lung cancer, it's all black inside,
When Mom says smoking causes cancer, Dad, I think she lied.
I never lit up, even when you did,
I just sat next to you, a small little kid,
You huffed and puffed through your life, Dad,
And Mom always looked so very sad.
My friends asked me to smoke, but I never did,
Because Mom told me from young: smoking is stupid,
It soots up your lungs and blackens your teeth,
So when I see a smoker, Dad, I anger and seethe.
You smoked two packs a day but you're still healthy and strong,
I hate smokers, Dad, but I never thought you wrong,
I love you, Dad, I always sat next to you,
And I know that you always loved me too.
The room here is cold, I see you through the glass,
And I think back to long ago, Dad, of times past,
Of the memories, I recall as much as I can,
There's always been a cigarette, Dad, stuck inside your hand.
I remember the fun things, Dad, all the times we had,
But as I look at you from here, you look so very sad,
You're not smoking, Dad, no cigarette I can see on you,
Maybe it's just the hospital, and this is the ICU.
My breathing becomes labored, I don't think I'll live,
Well, I tried my best, I gave all I had to give,
But one thing, Dad, I cannot comprehend,
I'm not a smoker, so why is my life about to end?
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I will not miss searching for a smoking room in a hotel when I travel. They're getting rare, and our corporate travel agency has stuck me in non-smoking buildings too many times.
That's a good one too. I hadn't even thought of that. I travel alot for work also, and have been staying in non-smoking rooms lately because most hotels are 100% non-smoking now. Haven't travelled yet since I started vaping, but it will be so nice not having to get up and put shoes and coat on, leave the room, get in an elevator go down x-amount of floors, go outside, smoke for a few minutes, fumble for the room key, etc. Repeat that at least once an hour.
I do not miss waking up in the morning to find the ashtray has been knocked over somewhere weird, like behind the computer desk, or onto the windowsill, or treked across the floor, by the little fuzzballs that call my home their playroom.
As mentioned by another poster- I never noticed that my PURSE smelled before! I noticed the other day when I was at the grocer store, and opened it to get my wallet. EEW. I need to go through and wash my grocery bags, purses, diaper bags, and probably curtains now too, to get the smell out. Ugg.
As mentioned by another poster- I never noticed that my PURSE smelled before! I noticed the other day when I was at the grocer store, and opened it to get my wallet. EEW. I need to go through and wash my grocery bags, purses, diaper bags, and probably curtains now too, to get the smell out. Ugg.
The real killer is the first cigarette of the morning, so add "get dressed" and "look halfway decent" to the beginning of your list.
continually coughing up that nasty brown stuff...........ever got suprise by a throat clear and shot a lugi on yerself or someone close by??? nasty nasty gross gross gross! why do we put up with this nonsense??? Inexplicable..........................
You know, the smell from inside my purse is pretty much gone now all by itself (it's been a couple of months for me). My pure white battenburg lace curtains were yellowy brown LOL well I have been pulling a set of curtains down one at a time, bleaching, washing, ironing and putting them back. WOW my house is starting to look so much prettier. I use a damp mop and Pinesol on walls, one wall at a time and I can really see the ones I've done against the tarry walls. Also cleaning glass, mirrors a bit at a time. It's too much to tackle at once and I think doing this in increments lets me see the Before and After effects more clearly. It's really specially nice to crawl into bed at night and get a clean whiff of laundry detergent/fabric softener instead of condensed stale smoke. My hair smells fresh and clean in the morning too!
Speaking of walls... I'm not going to miss taking a picture down and seeing those ugly white patches on my nice tan walls.
I will not miss passing a really good book that I have read onto someone else and them commenting on it smelling like it was in a house fire.
I will not miss being sick coughing glop can't hardly breath and going out into the cold nasty weather to smoke another cig
nocking the cherry off not knowing where it went till you feel it burning your leg headed for your crotch
nocking the cherry off not knowing where it went till you feel it burning your leg headed for your crotch
I'm doing my massive cleaning spree this weekend too. Good news is my furniture is fairly new and I didn't smoke in the living room with it so that's good to go. For curtains, bedding and clothes - use a cup of vinegar in your wash cycles to permanently get rid of the tar in the fabrics. The vinegar smell goes away when it dries. Also works on cat pee. I spray a little eucalyptus oil on the curtains after they dry too.
My car is already thanking me. Got quite a few battle scars in the crotch area of the driver's seat. It's so embarassing having to explain what all the black crap on my seat is to non-smokers. They usually just shake their head at me. This winter is going to be heaven, not having to be stuck out shaking in the freezing cold. Thank god for these things, they make me realize how stupid it was to start smoking in the first place, and the stupid things i had to do to get my fix.
Hahaha amen to that--aren't they generally the rudest control freaks you've ever encountered in your life? If people only realized all the things others suffer from them (silently because you really ought not to go pushing people around if you are a considerate sort ahem). Talk about odors; I've smelled some odors coming off other people that makes my toes curl but have never once told someone they stink. I still don't want to hear their crap about any other smoker. Been in their shoes far too long and, frankly, find smokers to be a much friendlier bunch.
the film that smoke leaves on my electronics (dvd players, flatscreens, comp equipment etc)
All of the above and the horrible taste in my mouth, YUCK I go by people smoking now outdoors and I can smell that awful smell it doesnt even smell like tobaccco probably the other hundreds of harmful chemicals in analogs, thats all I can smell when I encounter someone smoking
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