Principles of control

I remember a cool moony night somewhere in ambleside with T shouting from across the street to be a man in German, when I was desperately trying to find a pack of cigarettes in that small village. He meant I wasnt in control. That was almost a year back, since then I am trying to pack it in but with varying success. What I have succeeded in though is understanding the dynamics of my smoking habits. This means I can easily conquer it now. No I don’t want to quit. That is forfeiting the game. I want to play the game and control it. Absolute total unquestionable control. And after all battles I feel it today.

The next thing to look into would be containing my phone bills which seems to running into quite a few hundreds lately.


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