A New Year and a New Promise....

I love blogging and writing, but for some reason I have a hard time keeping up with my blog. As evidence being that my last blog post was from July. So one of my (two) New Year's resolutions are to blog more and regularly update. I also have a hard time deciding what kind of blog I want it to be. At first, I thought that maybe I wanted it to be solely a sports blog, then I started just mainly writing about the Phillies. After a lot of thoughtful consideration I decided that I wanted it to be a blog about anything. I will just try to write about anything that I want to write about. So today, I wanted to talk about cigarettes.

My brother had left a couple of cigarettes in my car last week. When I found them, I accidentally broke one and left the other in my car. Today, I decided that I wanted to smoke my first ever cigarette so I did. I had a feeling of exhilaration and anticipation while I was driving back home. I had decided that I needed to smoke not in the house but right by the back of my house. The cigarette was a camel menthol and it wasn't all that bad. The taste it left in my mouth was one, awful and two, vile. I'm also pretty sure that I was doing it wrong. I think I was just smoking it in my mouth and not into my lungs, which seems to be the point. It wasn't great, but I was intrigued, so my new plan was to run down to Wawa and buy a pack.

I had a lot of thoughts running through my head. Well, first I was trying to convince myself that I wasn't already addicted; that seemed odd to me because I wasn't sure I was even doing it right. I went in and got a pack of Marlboro Lights 72's. I got home and grabbed a pack of matches. I smoked a couple and was completely grossed out. I kept coughing (which probably means it was going into my lungs) and I burned myself on my one finger. I have eighteen cigarettes left, two smelly hands, and one disgusting mouth. I don't get the appeal, I just don't. I now know that I don't want to smoke and it's not a mystery. I needed to do it to know that I didn't want to in the first place. The smell alone would be enough for me to quit, if I actually enjoyed it in the first place. So in the end, lesson learned and $6.44 poorer.

Peace, Love, and Cliff Lee