They came for the smokers, and I did not speak up because I wasn’t a smoker.
They came for the caffeine junkies, and I did not speak up because I drank neither coffee nor tea.
Then they came for sex, and chocolate, and my sluttiest Halloween costume, and there was no one left to speak up for me.
Ponder on that while exploring Become an Ex, which hopes to get you off cigarettes by pinpointing the things that make you want to smoke. A pretty coherent idea. But yesterday, when I looked down at my coffee cup and saw this sleeve around it, it just sort of pissed me off.
