That's what I keep hearing from people when I share my good news. I quit smoking! I haven't had a tobacco cigarette (they don't know the usage of the word analog we use) in 8 weeks. But to them, it's no accomplishment. I didn't suffer enough, so it's not a big deal. I didn't chew nasty gum wear a patch, take pills to make me crazy or sweat out cold turkey, so it's not something you can even say congratulations about without it sounding half-hearted. Why can't you see that what I did was better? Why do you belittle my accomplishment? Why can't you be genuinely happy for me?
And even after all that, I feel so alive, so free. I'm not trapped anymore by cigarettes. No more planning my day around my smoke breaks. No more avoiding things at places that don't allow smoking. No more cologne baths. No more mint-chewing. I'm free. I'm not a slave anymore. So go ahead in your ignorance and think i'm no better off. I know what i've done and I feel damn proud of myself. If you can't share my joy, it's your loss.
And even after all that, I feel so alive, so free. I'm not trapped anymore by cigarettes. No more planning my day around my smoke breaks. No more avoiding things at places that don't allow smoking. No more cologne baths. No more mint-chewing. I'm free. I'm not a slave anymore. So go ahead in your ignorance and think i'm no better off. I know what i've done and I feel damn proud of myself. If you can't share my joy, it's your loss.



