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It’s been a while. 15 years a smoker. Half my life give or take a month.

I’ve been urged to quit by friends and family for years now. I’ve even tried to a few times with varying degrees of success. A day, a week, even half a year at one stage. There was something missing from each of those attempts. A want.

People quit for all sorts of reasons but whatever the reason, unless they really want to quit it’s an exercise in torture. It really is. It’s akin to starving yourself. Each time I tried to quit I found some excuse to have just one more that turned into one more pack and back to the old habbit. It was really difficult. This time however it has been one of the easiest things I have ever done. You want to know why? Because I simply had to do nothing. Smoking turns out to be the difficult thing to do when you finally decide you want to quit. I don’t think about them after a feed, when I wake up, when around a smoker, when drinking, when getting into my car, when getting off a train… It’s liberating.

To all the smokers that have ever thought about quitting or are planning to… don’t. Not until you want to. I’m not going to turn into one of those moronic reformed smokers that can’t wait to tell you how easy it is. Puff on my brothers and sisters. Fuck society for telling you not to smoke. It’s your choice to want or not.