I went in to work early today. I mainly went in for the socialization that occurs at work. I was lonely. I got in a discussion with Dad about my buying regular Cokes last week. He doesn't want me to drink them cause I continue to lose weight. I can't drink them because they make me feel crazy! No shit! My mind goes a mile a minute on "regular" Cokes.
"Veronica didn't hurt your feelings too much this morning about the smoking?" Dad then asked me.
"I know I shouldn't smoke," I told him. "I just don't have a lot of comforts in life and that is one of them."
Spoken like a true addict in denial. We always have excuses.
We got in a discussion about that rabid anti-smoking fervor these days has more to do with the "powers that be" manipulating escalating health costs more than about people's actual health. It is always about the money. I blurted out my tired old excuse that lots of schizophrenics smoke. There are tons of medical studies about mental illness and substance abuse. It makes me feel better about my habit. I guess if I was a lemming then I would be walking off the precipice along with all the others.
Well, I am going to sit quietly in my office for the next few hours until time to do the deliveries. I have to wait until close to closing in case some late ones come in. I really don't have much to do today.