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Edited on Mon Sep-26-05 05:29 PM by KCabotDullesMarxIII
And I only put it off for a few minutes at a time... and then did it again and again. Sort of one moment at a time. Until, maybe months later, I forgot about smoking all together and certainly didn't want to start again.
But it may have helped that I'm a simple soul and my mind tends to only be able to handle one thing at a time. On a bad day, when I've had to cook for myself, I've cooked the meat/fish, whatever, veg and potato in successive operations, rather than try to do them simultaneously.
One day, when I was still at school, my mother, perhaps understanding this (and knowing what my response would be), once told me I could have anything I wanted (more or less, the sun the moon and the stars). I just had to ask her.
Slightly incredulous, though tremendously heartened, I told her I'd like a motorbike. "Ah, she said (and in all seriousness), that's the one thing you can't have...! You'll kill yourself". Definitely something of the eponymous film character, the Jerk, in me.
Later, when I did get a bike in South Australia, my step-father, a tremendous character, apparently told my mother, "I understand now why you didn't want his nibs to get a motorbike (he'd helped set her mind at rest). I saw him riding down Rundle street, looking everywhere around him - everywhere except in front of him".
I hope you don't mind my introducing some levity, pretty irrelevant, at that, as far as the topic is concerned.
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