Sunday, 22 April 2012
Tobbacco: The Wonderful Evil Weed
Much to The Wife's disappointment. I have, after an eight year absence, started smoking again.
The desire for tobacco has never left me, not since I quit back in 2004. I would dream about smoking. And the smell of a freshly lit cigarette in particular was a powerful memory trigger. My dad remains a heavy smoker. He'll be 75 this year.
The catalyst for starting back up was my father's visit last year. He smokes about 50 a day, and when he came to visit me for two weeks last year, I didn't want to make him feel left out so I bought a couple packs of these lovely cafe creme cigars. And they're nice, too. A great smoke.
And then, it was on.
The sad part is, I enjoy it. The flavour, the aroma, and the feeling. For me, it makes some of the difficult elements of my life a easier to bear.
I switched to the cheaper cigarettes a couple weeks ago, but I'm not liking it as much. The biggest thing, I think, is that they're not as strong. They're simply not as nice as the cigars. But you get that for which you've paid.
I know the health risks. I have also seen what it does to people. I should quit. I know all these things. So, will I?
When I'm ready. But I suspect that will be sooner rather than later.