Savoir Faire

So instead of a postcard, G.A.M. sent an electronic cigarette kit--
​referring to it in the note as a "Mist-Stick™," replete with trademark.

Hah! Somewhat amusing, I admit. I smiled.

I have not opened it, yet. I am sitting here thinking about it.

I have tried quitting before. I read somewhere that if you try and fail, do not consider it as failing. Think of it instead as practicing quitting, and try again. A clever concept, perhaps even ingenious.

Another guru has said, keep thinking about quitting.

I consider the idea of putting nasty substances like tar
​and the obscene amount of various toxins in cigarettes into my body as obviously ridiculous.

I also think the unfathomable hand of fate is what it is, and so I may die by illness or from some drunken fool behind the wheel or by disintegration in some setting of macabrely artificial serenity.
​
Perhaps that last was somewhat cruel and inaccurate.

In any case, so I smoke. So what? I enjoy it.

Still, a touch of nicotine delivered some way or another—would it do the job?
​Would it be enough to help set me free if I made up my mind? Do I even need it?

I will think about it.

                           Nicotine Addict   G.A.M.  cc
                           Adult   Raisa Kanareva