Climbin' Trees...

MAMAN

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What people do not get is that those w/ a smoker-fetish will never be able to quit. Not because they are physically unable, but because they are emotionally imprisoned by the habit. It is something that begins at a young age when you first see a man smoking a cigarette. You know it is bad, but you wonder why he is doing it, anyway. You wonder what is happening to his body, why he does it,  and is he suffering? You wonder why he is enjoying something so filthy and detrimental to his physical being. It is a memory and something only a person w/ smoking-fetish can remember and understand. No matter how labored our breathing gets, no matter how much our teeth begin to yellow and rot, no matter how black our lungs and clogged our arteries become; because of this fetish, we will never, ever be able to quit –no matter how loud the voices of reason beg us to. 

What people do not get is that those w/ a smoker-fetish will never be able to quit. Not because they are physically unable, but because they are emotionally imprisoned by the habit. It is something that begins at a young age when you first see a man smoking a cigarette. You know it is bad, but you wonder why he is doing it, anyway. You wonder what is happening to his body, why he does it,  and is he suffering? You wonder why he is enjoying something so filthy and detrimental to his physical being. It is a memory and something only a person w/ smoking-fetish can remember and understand. No matter how labored our breathing gets, no matter how much our teeth begin to yellow and rot, no matter how black our lungs and clogged our arteries become; because of this fetish, we will never, ever be able to quit –no matter how loud the voices of reason beg us to.