the last cigarette

Yesterday, I smoked my last cigarette. I told myself that, out loud, when I lit it, while I was smoking it, and after I was done with it, lest my brain try to make the excuse, well, but sure I didn’t know that it was my last one, and so I must have one more, just one more, so as to savor the moment. That’s what brains do, when they belong to me. They manipulate excuses like a saucy saboteur, creating a framework that allows for failure before the mission has even begun. Brains. What egotistical assholes.

There have been a few times over the twenty-four years that I have smoked where I felt ready to quit. I hated it, I was tired of the smell and the taste and the coughing, and the plethora of other shit side effects that everyone on the damn planet already knows about. For whatever reason, with a desperate immediacy, I would be smoking again and more often that not at a faster pace and larger quantity, within a day, two at most.

This time? Not so much. I feel the habit lurking, the habit of the act of rolling a cigarette, of smoking one after eating, or with my morning cup of coffee, but not the desire to act on it. My psyche isn’t offering compromises or cheats, it’s not screaming at me or taunting me, it’s just there; like a ghost in the background, it’s floating around, kind of confused and not able to affect the matter around it.

I even told my kid I was quitting, and as he is the person in the world that I am most loathe to disappoint, that’s holding myself to a level of accountability I haven’t previously subjected myself to.

I have high hopes that for the first time in my adult life, I will not be a smoker.

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  1. I feel your pain. I’ve been quit now for about 2 1/2 years after smoking for just about as long as you have. I tried to quit numerous times before and it was miserable for me. What finally kept me off it though, was a book called “The Easy Way to Quit Smoking” by Allen Carr. No kidding. I smoked while I read it and at the end the book said to smoke your last one and be done. I did and honestly haven’t smoked since and had hardly any withdraw effects. I don’t understand it why it worked, but I’m not asking questions. Good luck to you!

    • Ha, we human beings are strange and magical creatures, honestly. That’s really great that that worked for you, especially for over 2 years. I’ve got my vape and my fruity flavored oil for when the cravings get too bad, and I’ll stick your good luck wishes in my back pocket for when they get REALLY bad, so thank you 😉

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