Four smokers surrounding me
No I didn’t start smoking again if you wonder why I haven’t posted in such a long time.
I was stressed with moving into a new apartment. Waking up at 6 in the morning. Dead tired from the last day and just a little bit of time after having stopped with smoking. It’s freezing and dark outside. I have to turn on the light in the apartment. I need a coffee, now! As soon as I stand in the kitchen in front of the espresso machine the Pavlov effect comes into place: I need a smoke! But there is none and keeping me from smoking still works, although it’s much harder than the first day.
Four people helped us with moving the furniture and guess what: all of them are smokers, and even worse: one offered me a cigarette.
Crazy, hardcore, fucking shit. I thought I would kill myself in a situation like that. I thought I could never widthstand such a hard faith but I managed . I don’t exactly remember how but in the situation I told myself again:
“I’m a non-smokers because I don’t want to stink, die early and lose a lot of money” :)