Posted by Ladida on September 23, 2006, 12:04:28, in reply to "Why did we start?" I liked to imagine myself smoking a cigarette, feeling the deep pleasure and contentment. I had dreams of puffing a cigarrette and releasing volumes of smoke from my nose and lips, and then feeling blissful relaxation and calm. Just...aaaaaaahhhh... I also knew it was very bad for you, and I resisted the urge to try it for two years before the temptation grew to great for me to resist. Once I yielded to the temptation, I had no trouble learning to inhale and the peace and contentment smoking brought were as as wonderful as I imagined they would be. I just couldn't wait to smoke more and more. However. I can't laugh now without coughing, and I used to be able to sing beautifully. I can't do that anymore because of the damn cigarettes. I am a total nicotine slave, and it's embarrassing.
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My grandmother smoked. I thought it looked cool. I loved to watch her exhale. When I was an adolescent I began to be fascinated by watching people smoke. They all looked so content and satisfied as they puffed, and watching their exhales burst out of the and fill the air was beautiful.
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