This Isn’t What I’d Usually Post On Here

Occasionally, I feel like the last person left on the planet. Like a dinosaur. Do you remember how, when you were young, you couldn’t understand that your parents didn’t laugh at the same things as you, or like the same sort of music as you, or eat the same food as you? As the years pass, you come to realise that you have more in common with them than you might have thought, and this is a good thing. However, it doesn’t always feel quite as good.

I am a smoker. There. I said it. It’s not like it’s a difficult thing to say (as anyone that has spent more than half an hour with me will be able to attest to readily), but somehow it is now. I am now the last of the people that I see regularly (I wouldn’t say “of my friends”, because that wouldn’t be true) that smokes. And it’s lonely. It feels it already, and I haven’t even seen any of them yet. And it’s going to get much more difficult before it gets better.  The social side of it vanished during the summer, when the smoking ban was introduced. With an addiction, though, it’s not as easy as, “oh, I’ll just sit in the pub and not smoke”, though. You have to go outside and stand on the street to smoke. But I was never the only one. And now I feel like I am.

Just needed to get that off my chest.