Nakabantay jud ko nga daghag mga threads for people who want to quit smoking. So gusto ko mag sugud ug fanclub for smoking.
I’m not going to extol the virtues of smoking to people who’ve already made up their minds and think that cigarettes are a nasty, disgusting habit. I’ve heard it all before: cancer, liver disease, tuberculosis, emphysema. Yes. I know. It scares me a bit too. So much so that I made several attempts to quit. But they always end up being haphazard stabs at futility. So I chose to keep on smoking because it is a habit that I can’t get rid of. Kind of like some people enjoy chewing their hair or biting their fingernails or smelling their armpits when no one is looking. That’s how I feel about smoking. It all started when I was a young boy with a healthy lung and a normal blood pressure. I was sent on an errand to buy cigarettes from the nearest sari sari store for a relative of mine (who god bless him is still alive but half blind on one eye from smoking too much tobacco). Naturally, I’ve seen lots of people smoke profusely like they were industrial runoffs, so it was, by nature, sheer curiosity that got to me the first time. Why, I was already learning the art of bumming a cigarette on my very first attempt! I pocketed one, exiled myself to a dark corner in my parent’s house and took one long drag after another wondering what the big deal was. But as the minutes abated and the nicotine finally seeped in me, I could barely contain my glee at such a foul taste invading my bloodstream with such a force that it made my tiny child brain shrivel up like a dried up piece of fruit. It was exhilarating and I couldn’t get enough. I smoked another and then another until my eyes turned red and my clothes reeked of tar. Since that day I always have a cigarette on my hand when I have nothing to do. It’s an affectation I can’t afford to lose. Imagine yourself at the end of the day, you just got home from work and you’re feeling a little bummed out. Why, it only takes a stick of Marlboro to liven up the rest of your night. And if you’re itching for that cool, refreshing flavour, there’s menthol, goes down smooth and easy like a glass of vermouth. Don’t believe the notion that menthols make you sterile. Smoking itself makes you sterile. But who needs babies right?
Go on and feel the buoyancy take a hold of your olfactory senses until you feel at one with the cigarette. It’s like sailing on the winds of flavour with gilded sails. It’s a feeling that reaches for our blackened hearts and squeezes (but maybe that’s the high blood pressure) the reasoning out of all of us. It’s Hitler invading Normandy because he can’t wait for his plate of escargots. So light one up, empower the tobacco companies and give cigarette lobbyists a reason to keep doing what they’re doing. It’s only right. They’re only people, after all. Some of them might even be smokers.
I like: Marlboros, Camels, Phillip Morris, Dunhills, Bowling Greens, Fortunes
Smoking Fanclub
Originally Posted by THE KID
cge party2and laag tah nnu 2nyt nah hehehe
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