Day 6: Today I smoked.
Don’t judge me. It just happened - albeit a premeditated just happened.
But let’s not dwell on such things. Let’s look at the picture. That there is a smoke spot. Not just any smoke spot. That is my smoke spot. It’s the one that I use after (and before if I’m feeling lucky or particularly nicotine deprived ) school.
For those of you not in the know, a smoke spot is a place where a smoker smokes their smokes.
But a smoke spot is so much more than that. It is not just a place. It is a refuge. It is a place that you have found and increasingly grown comfortable in. You feel safe and relaxed in your spot as you let your guard down and enjoy your cigarette.
A smoke spot is a fairly new phenomena. It started back when cigarettes started to be frowned upon, and thrived when they were banned from pretty much everywhere where another creature might breathe.
A smoker may have a dozen smoking spots in their life at any given time. The cosy alley behind their workplace, behind the wall at their friends house who has kids, a doorway at the back of their house, or for younger smokers, behind their shed.
You accumulate them wherever you go, hotels, bars without a smoking area, or even a particularly long meal at a restaurant.
Once a smoker decides upon a spot, it’s like a penguin mating. It doesn’t really change.
And when or if you do manage to rid yourself of the dirty stuff, there’s no greater craving then to be back in your favourite spot smoking a cigarette.
I suppose that’s why it’s so hard to quit smoking. It’s not just the act of it or the nicotine. It’s everything else. The emotion, the routine, the relaxation.
And how cool it makes you look. Don’t forget that.