Confession
Vulchor
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OK Folks, its time to cleanse yourself of your sins. Time to admit your shortcomings and time to tell that story you have wanted to get off your chest but been too afraid to. There shall be no judgement allowed and all will be confidential, at least between us all here. The following is why I decided to make this thread...
I have never enjoyed cigars as much as I wanted to. I enjoy the hobby, the chatting, the buying, the smelling, the hunt for new stuff, the arranging a humidor, the seeing new shops------and all of it I love more than smoking the cigar itself. Not to say I hate smoking, but of all the "cigar related things" I probably enjoy the actual smoking the least.
I have never enjoyed cigars as much as I wanted to. I enjoy the hobby, the chatting, the buying, the smelling, the hunt for new stuff, the arranging a humidor, the seeing new shops------and all of it I love more than smoking the cigar itself. Not to say I hate smoking, but of all the "cigar related things" I probably enjoy the actual smoking the least.
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It seems that everyone has a lull in their desire to smoke and that some time off from the hobby does good, but its pretty disheartening when you open your humidor and immediately close it because the desire is gone.
Fifty five years in, I still cannot go a day without a motorcycle ride. My palms get itchy. Especially the right palm, under which the throttle grip does not rest for long.
Twenty eight years in, I still can't start the day without squeezing the RedHead's mammaries. If I don't my palms get itchy. Especially the right one, under which...
Forty five years in, I still want a beer most every day. If I don't, my throat gets itchy.
One year in, I still can't start the day without wondering which stick I will smoke at the end of it. WHAT! You mean to tell me this enthusiasm won't last so long as the other ones?
Heart broken. Soul sick. I feel like I just fell off the physical cliff. Dude. You ought to have kept that confession to yourself. That's cruel.
If I go without either one for a while, I think about it less, and then I'm OK without having it as often, within reason of course. After too long, I reach a point where I just have to have some (either one lol). Then I think about it more and the whole cycle starts over.
Having said all that, I have always thoroughly enjoyed cigars (and pu$$y) unless they are too strong and make me sick to my stomach.
I better stop typing now...
Heavy, hilarious bro! Fitting as it may be, still funny as He11!
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I used to smoke cigars when my buddies and I would have poker games at my house when I got out of high school.
Then I quit cigars for quite a few years.
Then in 2002, I started back up again.
This time, I went feet first into it, humis, buying from certain cigar auctions, etc.
Over the last 10 years, I've gone through a lot of times, where I would go months and barely smoke any cigars. Summer before last was a tough one for me. A lot going on in my life and I probably smoked 5 cigars the entire summer.
When I decided to start regularly smoking cigars after last summer again is when I found this forum.
I still don't smoke a ton of cigars.
My week in Vegas was probably the most cigars I've smoked in a week in a long time.
I find that I spend more time enjoying the cigar now, than I used to.
I do see what the guys mean when they say they enjoy the hobby itself more than actually smoking the cigars. I can see how that can happen.
I enjoy the cigars, but I do enjoy the hobby, the people and those things.
And Phobic, it's funny you mention the not wanting kids. I have said many times, I'd be rich if it weren't for my kids. They consume everything. Food, money, time, everything.
And it doesn't seem to stop when they get older.
My boys are my pride and joy and the source of my worst headaches. LOL!
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
It started as an accident... I ran out of my beer and grabbed what was left of what the women were drinking. Then I kinda liked it. Then I realized it was 8% alcohol and liked it even more. Then I drank one while smoking a cigar and realized I got the citrus palate cleansing affect I like and it complements most cigars well. So now I don't just buy em for my wife. I buy em for me too...
That's it. Can't read no more of this. I'll have nightmares.
My confession... today I drove most of the way across Oklahoma with my gas cap dangling in the wind.
Total opposite of this. Love the fact that I have kids and they have nothing to do with my cigar hobby. They are my joy. When I'm having a rough day, they know. And for some kind of awesome way they come up with the craziest things to get me in a happy mood. To watch them grow and mature is a blessing. By no means am I saying that everyday is great. But what I'm saying is the good out weighs the bad.
What makes everytime special for me in this hobby. Is, I have to plan my days in advance so that I can have a cigar. That's part of the hobby itself. That's what keeps the excitement for me. I know there are two days dedicated to my hobby time. Thursday night and Saturday morning barring nothing happens thats an emergency. In between those days in the morning. If I can find time, I take advantage of it by having a cigar or doing some kind of research dealing with my hobby. My true confession dealing with my cigar obsession. I hate that I'm a organize freak. Meaning, I want my cigars situated a certain way in my humidor. I want them labeled and not mixed up. I want them separated by regions, I know that sounds crazy. But that's what keeps me sane with this hobby. I guess because it's so many cigars and accessories. I have a lot I can do. With saying that, this part of this hobby consumes about 60% of my time. I could be having a smoke, yet I have to label the cigars that just came in. Seperate them and put them in their right place. How crazy does it get sometimes. Let's see, torpedos, in one section, robusto's in another, lanceros go here and 60 rings. Well, you get what I'm saying. On top of all that, it kills my time to pack up bombs and gifts and those get delayed, lol. Which makes for another issue for me. Because I want to get those taken cared of too. As I'm typing all this my pulse is high just thinking about tonight's smoke, lol.
Sorry guys, I can't fall in the loop of my wife and kids held me back from a smoke. Only time that happens is when I can't plan it out. And if you have a wife and kids. You should still be able to have time for yourself and your family. Phobicsquirrel, don't let that be your reason. If you truly want kids and you still want to get out and be adventurous. You can do it my friend, you just have to plan it. My wife and I are doing a seven day cruise soon. Guess what, no children and I'm looking forward to the cigar lounge on the ship. We just planned it out and I'm super excited about it.
My wife will sometimes join me when I'm smoking a cigar just to spend time with me. She doesn't smoke herself or really like the smoke. Sometimes we talk (which I enjoy much more over a cigar) sometimes we don't. But the cigar is a great way to get away from our kids for a while, because they won't come near it! Yet, I love my kids like nothing else. Last night, I watched a movie with the family and my daughter curled up next to me and cuddled in. Nothing like it, man, nothing like it.
I like Oliva and Quesada (including Regius) a lot. I will smoke anything, though.
I've got two kids who are nearing college age but even when they were younger I could have made time for a cigar if I were smoking back then. Even now, I don't smoke at home at all...only during my lunch time, and then only once or twice a week at most. Where there's a weill there's a way.
Although I do confess like the OP that I often find the act of collecting and discussing cigars more fun that actually smokin them. Many is the time I've considered giving up this stinkin' hobby after suffering through the many cigars I haven't liked at all. For me, if I'm going to end up with smoke-stinky fingers and breath, and incrementally increase my chances of mouth and throat cancer, the experience itself should be a pleasurable one.