I've been asking myself questions about my lack of desire to smoke. I was so addicted when I smoked that it now seems strange that I just don't want to. I passed a smoke shop yesterday and tried to remind myself of the 'good ole days' and came up empty. Those days weren't good, because I smoked because I had to. It's like getting excited about walking your new puppy until you realize you have to walk him come rain or shine, summer or winter. Sometimes our memories betray us. One of my friends was talking about the 1960s recently and how wonderful of an era she used to think those years made up. However, when she remembered the Vietnam War, the protests, the Civil Right Movement, the numerous riots, the police violence--the only memory that seems to be worth hanging onto is that of the marijuana and better marijuana is even being grown now California. I'm not sure that I ever smoked because I liked it. It was an obligation like working. Not to mention it made me look stupid. I got addicted from the first drag off of a cigarette. I tried to quit the first month I started and couldn't. I didn't try again until aids were developed to help. I should sit and try to estimate just how much money I wasted on cigarettes.