Quitting smoking - Day 3 - Crying jags and holier than thou assholes

I’m so tired. Man, I’m beat. I think the worst of the cravings for a smoke are gone now. Dear Lord, I hope they are. I actually don’t want a smoke today and I am not thinking about smoking with nearly as much frequency as yesterday. I am, however, tired, sleepy and depressed with wild and vivid dreams occurring. Last night I had a sensation of tears welling up in my eyes, like I was going to get all weepy and go on a crying jag like a little girl, for no apparent reason. This sucks big wieners.

My sense of taste is still not back but more strongly flavored things such as coffee, hard candy and chocolate are becoming more complex in flavor to me again. My sense of smell returns in spurts. I still have the jitters too. My hands and fingers are always moving and I can’t stop them. I must look like a mess. Oh yeah, I have a headache too and I’m all wheezy, like an asthmatic in the middle of a field of blooming wild flowers.

Considering what we know is a fact regarding what the tobacco industry does to hook and keep us hooked on smokes, is there any reason you should doubt that conspiracy theories are very real? They’ve tweaked the chemicals that they add to the tobacco over the years to create a scientific method of inducing extreme addiction. They denied this for years and kept it secret, which turns it into conspiracy fact, but in the end we all know what they have done.

I wish that smoking were healthy and not addictive. If it were, I’d still be smoking the Pall Malls whenever I wished. This shit is not healthy and I am such a hopeless cigarette junkie. I mean, Jesus H. Christ…I was smoking un-filtered Pall Malls, almost two packs a day, for almost a decade and Marlboro Reds, two packs a day for almost two decades. I have no fucking will power with smokes and I am going to struggle with it long after the physical effects have left me.

To those who still smoke, I will never, ever be one of those pinched face rat bastards who judge you. I know what it’s like to be hopelessly hooked and I know the physical pleasure that a smoke does indeed give…within seconds. All I can tell you is if you want to quit, get the nicotine gum (store brand to save dinero) and get ready for a crazy ride on the back of a bronco when you kick. If you want support, write me. I get it, I am one of you, I know how hard this shit really is.

To all those pinched face rat fucking bastards who do judge smokers, go fuck yourselves! Your little condescending attitude is horseshit and no one gives a fuck about what you think or about you! Lick my hairy balls and drop fucking dead! Go live with the Mormons and you cats can suck each other off like good little prunes and crones. This is some tough shit to get through and if you are high and mighty about the process it tells me you don’t know the first fucking thing about addiction. Piss off, eat shit and die, etc…Seriously, get bent. Your judgement of smokers if fucked and I don't give two fucks for what you think about smokers.

Can you tell I’ve already reamed one of those types of people today? Assholes...all of them are assholes.