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Ever Moving Forwards

There’s something about cigarettes.

Days like these, when my heart’s hanging like granite in my chest cavity, I want a cigarette. Very specifically a cigarette. See, the psychological addiction to smoking’s not just formed around the basic oral fixation. If it were, then a pipe or cigar would work just the same. But to a smoker, especially a smoker who has tried (and been addicted to) all three, they’re each unique.

A pipe is for enjoying, for savoring. It’s not the kind of thing that one inhales from out of a need for nicotine, it’s something that you smoke for the taste and the feel of the smoke itself. It’s a stationary thing, smoking a pipe, and something that you do out of want rather than need.

What I feel now is that need. I want a thin, nasty cigarette. Marlboro Lights for preference. Flick the pack open with a thumb, then raise a single straight and grasp it in the teeth. The clink and the scratch of the zippo lighter. Suck on that filter-tip like the black nipple of addiction that it is. Smoking from need rather than want.

I dunno why I need to smoke. I’m… nostalgic, I guess.

Developments this week have got me thinking about my life, about the road I’ve taken to get to where I am. And let’s face it, I’ve hardly had the most exciting ten years. But, well, I can’t go back. Life doesn’t give any Mulligans, do-overs are entirely verboten.

Could I have done things differently? Sure. But then, I wouldn’t be me. I mean, how could I try to recapture anything? I suppose I could go back to being an alcoholic chain-smoker, fooling myself that I’m being “cool” and “edgy”, when all I’m really doing is killing myself, never thinking about tomorrow.

It’s thinking about the future that’s got me thinking about the past. About who I was and who I could have been. And when I’m being honest with myself, I’m happy enough with who I am and where everything’s going. There’s a “but”, though. I wouldn’t mind crossing over, living for a time in those other heads. I’d like a chance to find out what another life would be like. I don’t want to fuck with the life I have in order to try these things, though. That’d be pointless and destructive.

At some point, you have to say “I’ve made these decisions, and I have to live with the consequences.” More and more I’m coming to realise that I’m at that point now.

Some people might say “The consequences only matter if you let them.” Which is a true and valid point. But a life that doesn’t deal with the consequences is a life devoid of impact and meaning. I don’t want that.

I do want a smoke, because that’s what I want when I’m being melancholic. But for the first time in ages, I don’t want a smoke in the back yard of my student house, I don’t want a smoke when I’m walking the streets of Munich. I want the smoke that defines the now—the most important smoke to me at this time. And that’s the smoke that I’m not going to have.



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Feb. 25th, 2008 09:48 am (UTC)
its easy to look back on what you have done. I know for me back in college I decided I was never going to have glory days. I heard people talk about what they did, or almost did, or could have done, in school...people in their 40s. or 30s. That was their magic time. I decided I wanted NOW to be my magic time. NOW being whenever I was living. I had some youth and energy in college I dont have now. But I did not have my wife. I had good games. different good games. I could replay them but I dont really miss em. I have moved on I guess. The what if's do occur to me. especially this is true with women. What if I talked to X. What if I went with Y. it's natural

I never smoked, so this is as close as I can come to an insightful reply. I think I rambled in odd directions, but it is very late here...

Feb. 25th, 2008 05:57 pm (UTC)
Eurgh. That should almost come with a trigger-warning. I want a smoke, damn it all to hell and back. *sigh*

I just wanted to say, that's well-said on your part, and I know how you feel. I really do. Funny, eh?
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