Yes you read that right...my lover of 17 years, Marlboro has been kicked to the curb & all this time you guys thought I was single. It occurred to me yesterday that cigarettes like any other addiction are a relationship & this was by far the worst relationship I've ever had & I didn't even know it. I was talking to a friend yesterday & he said "how can you dis this relationship? weren't they always there for you?". At first I said yes but then quickly realized that no, they weren't there for me when I needed them, I had to pay them to be there when I needed them they didn't just magically appear when I was feeling down or bored. Some lazy days I even had to get dressed & go pick them up & pay them to come home with me. Really? I paid Marlboro to come home with me every single day & what did they do for me? Absolutely nothing productive! They helped me avoid my to-do list, made me smell really bad, ruined my teeth, ruined my lungs, blocked my sense of taste and smell, and most of all made me look like white trash. I chose to ignore all of these signs & kept spending time with them anyway just hoping & praying that one day they would in some way realize that I was worth more or just go away. They never did, they kept getting more & more expensive to spend time with & when I was busy doing something else they were just in the back of my mind telling me that I needed them. I swear they brain washed me into thinking I was happy, just like some douche bag guy & guess what? The douche bag guy would have been kicked to the curb after 2 months so why in the hell did I let these pricks hang around for so long?
photo courtesy Gary Neville blogs.soccernet.com
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