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Strange Cravings In the Night

Tonight, I have this strange craving all of a sudden.

I’m craving a cigarette – real bad.
Now that is SO weird for me, on so many levels.

The last time I smoked was maybe exactly, ten years ago.

During the last of my university days, while I was a nervous student studying for finals. Well, one of my friends smoked (which was a rare thing in itself – I almost never had friends that smoked), and I started bumming ciggies off her once in awhile. And then I started buying my own packs. But I wasn’t much of a smoker, for the brief period of time that I did smoke back then. Must have been for about 2 whole months. I would buy a pack and it would last a week, with ciggies left over. The pack would go stale – just to show you how long it took for me to get through it.

Anyhoo, back in those days my biggest peer pressure were friends telling me NOT to smoke. And when my dad found out that I smoked – boy did he ever go through the roof. He literally gave me daily lectures about smoking until the day I quit.

And then one day I decided to quit. Funny how the details of that last hour that a cigarette was in my hands stayed in my head.

I was walking along de Maisonneuve street, across from Concordia’s Hall building almost to Guy metro, when I ran into this guy in front of the old Multimag store (where they opened a new Thai resto recently it seems).

Now I thought this guy was maybe a panhandler about to ask me for some cash, although he didn’t look too bad. Didn’t have that complete “street” look to him yet. But much to my surprise he had a different pitch to give me when I stopped to listen to him.

So I just happened to be the first smoker to cross his path (and I was literally smoking my last cigarette – I had sworn to myself it would be the last one) right when HE had decided he was giving up smoking. So he came up to me and BEGGED me to take his last pack of cigarettes because he had to give it up. I explained that I didn’t want it, that I was having my own last smoke. But he told me he was putting his pack down (on some pole or something nearby) and that I could take it – he would just leave it there. And he walked away.

Well, I was just amazed at the timing of this thing. I mean, what could be a clearer sign that I needed to quit?  Oh I guess this would have been a good entry for my synchronicity blog…lol

So I smoked my last smoke and managed to walk away from the siren song of a free pack of fresh smokes and called a friend and told her. Well, she was a big champion of the anti-smoking campaign and said GOOD. She certainly was happy to hear I quit and heeded the signs as well.

And I never had a smoke after that. Although I’ve had the odd craving over the years.

So why am I craving a smoke right now??

These days I am SO not a fan of smoke. I find it hard to be near smoke from cigarettes and the like, most of the time.

But I am craving it.

Hmmm where are those baby carrots when you need them??

Video Montage: The Flow
Following the flow of the universe, with a photo montage I created. The song is "Twisted Hair" by Robbie Robertson & The Red Road Ensemble, featuring the sublime operatic voice of Sioux singer Bonnie Jo Hunt, who sings over the sound of crickets.
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