It’s been so long now. It feels irritatingly inconvenient for me to write. It’s not like bicycle after all .
At least today I don’t have to force myself to come up with a witty subject. I got it this afternoon, on a very insignificant , common part of my everyday routine, climbing down the stairs from Kista Galleria to the bus terminal . I will quit smoking , I said. And it was decided* even before I climbed on the packed with immigrants (me included) 179.
No big statements here, I’ll do my best. I’m just going public so I would feel worse if I start smoking again. Until that happens, I’m Yiannis, I haven’t smoked for 10 hours, and I’m OK.
*Since I am fully aware of my imperfect self , cigarettes while being drunk are accepted. Sorry, I just decided to quit smoking, not to become a saint. No offence, they are really cool guys with their divinity and stuff, I just find them rather boring.
Rökfri … a step in the right direction.