New Years resolution: On quitting smoking
Smoking is like being married, there are days when you hate it and other days when it’s the best thing in your life. The only difference between smoking and marriage is that it’s easier to get divorced than it is to quit smoking.
I’ve been a regular smoker since i was 11 years old and my aunt, god bless her, let me smoke with her. I grew up in a family of smokers and it always looked glamrous and mature. I wanted so much to be like my mom and my aunts. I was the little kid that would always hold a crayon between my fingers or a straw and pretend i was holding a cigarette. I was the little girl that always wanted to be grown up.
My Aunt Marge lived two doors down from us and she was always the “cool aunt.” She was divored and didn’t have any kids so she always thought of me as her own. She would always be the one to take me shopping and buy me things.She’d always let me take sips of her coffee or whatever she was drinking at the time. She loved spoiling me and unlike my mom, Aunt Marge never said no to me. To me Aunt Marge was the most beautiful most fun person I knew at the time. Aunt Marge loved her coffee and you hardly ever saw Aunt Marge without a pall mall betweeen her fingers.
I would always watch Aunt Marge as she’d take that long glamorous drag off her cigarette and thinking how I wish I was allowed to do that. As I got older probably about 9 or 10 I’d take butts out of the ash tray and pretend I was smoking. My mom would just glare at me and say put that down.
It didn’t take long before I was sneaking the butts and going out behind our garage and trying to smoke them. At first it was only once in a while whenever i felt brave enough and didn’t think I would get caught. But soon it got to the point where I was sneaking cigarettes out of my mom’s pack and smoking whole ones. The longer i snuck cigarettes the braver i got and being 11 I thought I was so smart and didn’t think anyone knew what I was doing out behind the garage.
One weekend I was over at my aunts house and we were sitting on her couch watching tv. As she reached for her cigarettes she looked at me and said, Bee Bee (which is what she called me), would you like a cigarette. I’m sure I had a look of horror on my face as I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t think anyone knew I had started smoking. I just told her no and I remember saying I had to go to the bathroom. I did not want to have that conversation with anyone, not even Aunt Marge. I’m sure I was shaking because I was thinking how did she know or why would she offer me a cigarette. After i came back from the bathroom she said Bee Bee it’s ok I know you smoke, you can have a cigarette, I won’t get mad at you. She passed me her lit cigarette and said go ahead we’ll just keep it our secret for now.
Obviously after that, I spent alot more time over at Aunt Marge’s house and and I didn’t have to sneak out behind the garage to have my nicotine fix. Because my Aunt lived so close, I was able to keep my smoking habit from almost everyone else for two years. By then my older sister had started smoking with mom’s permission and that allowed me to come clean with mom, who wasn’t happy at all but she did accept it, and she never found out that Aunt Marge was letting me smoke with her since I was 11.
Now I want to quit, and although I’ve tried a number of times over the years this time I have made up my mind I will do it. My quit date is March 1st and although I do love my cigarettes it’s time to say good by to them. Oh and Aunt Marge is now 52 yrs old, still smokes her pall malls and she’s still one of my closest friends.
Sneakers11 Years, Fingers, Little GirlJanuary 06, 2010
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