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Personal memorial
May. 27th, 2013 11:44 amIt was Memorial Day weekend in 2001 when I last quit smoking cigarettes. It's been twelve years now, which is ten years longer than the previous time I quit smoking cigarettes.
I have memories that along the line I've lapsed into smoking the occasional pack of cigarettes and then have stopped again, but those memories are actually from dreams. I don't remember the dreams themselves, but I do remember vivid smoking dreams from the first time I quit. Apparently my smoking dreams are still vivid enough to plant false memories. Which is strange, because I never feel a conscious craving anymore and in fact can barely remember what it was like to be an addict. The return of the repressed?
Well, twelve years. Here's to twelve more.
I have memories that along the line I've lapsed into smoking the occasional pack of cigarettes and then have stopped again, but those memories are actually from dreams. I don't remember the dreams themselves, but I do remember vivid smoking dreams from the first time I quit. Apparently my smoking dreams are still vivid enough to plant false memories. Which is strange, because I never feel a conscious craving anymore and in fact can barely remember what it was like to be an addict. The return of the repressed?
Well, twelve years. Here's to twelve more.
