...whereupon i am struck with the urge to start showing people pictures of me as a young person. actually, i think i just want to see them for myself. see if there's a difference, if i look conspicuously older now. i feel sometimes like i have that wisened look an old dog gets when the wind blows past its nose, maybe just that we're both stubbly.
i'm not old, i know i'm not. i'm not suffering some "woah dude i'm 30 now i gotta get my act together" bologne, it's just that quitting smoking kinda left me feeling like i'd started something new in my life, or returned to something else. like i get to put the smoking person away now, like there was an angry smoking chris and now i can go back to normal.
it's obvious i'm blogging in lieu of a shrink, isn't it? sorry..
at any rate, quitting smoking, changing that thing in my life (and some other life changes of late) made me want to keep going. do something new.
of course, the sad part is i'm lazy. whoops!