Warning - I’m about to go into something of a small rant, and I’m not sure what the point may be. You’d be well advised to just skip this.
I’ve been a smoker for 18 years. For 15 of those years, I’ve been an addict and a heavy (a carton a week) smoker. Coupled with that, I’ve smoked more than my share of hash and weed. As a result, my lungs are a mess. I sometimes feel discomfort in different parts of my chest. Well, I’ve decided to put an end to some of that nonsense: I am quitting cigarettes. One of these days, I’ll have to consider quitting or cutting down on the pot, but for now I’ll concentrate on my stupidest habit. At least pot has interesting side effects. Cigarettes are useless.
Two nights ago, I made this decision. My first instinct was to go cold turkey. In that, I have failed to some extent, and had to re-evaluate my situation. As a compromise, I have cut back from nearly 30 cigarettes a day to a mere 3. One around the time I wake up, one after dinner, and one shortly before bedtime. I know that cold turkey is the best (maybe even the only) way to quit, but I’d rather compromise than simply attempt cold turkey, fail, and continue to smoke as heavily. In the course of the next couple of days, I’m going to ascertain which of those 3 cigarettes is the least “important” to me, and I’ll cut that one. I plan to do the same with the other two in a matter of a few more days.
Now why am I ranting about this? Well, partly because it sucks and I’m incredibly stressed out, partly because it gives me something to do with my hands (what the hell DO you non-smokers do with your hands?), and partly because a small part of me may actually be looking for some sort of support from the teeming millions out there. Maybe even another part of me is looking for someone to tell me that I’m being an idiot for not following through with my original intent of going cold turkey. I’m not sure what the hell I want. The way these things go, maybe nobody will even reply to this post, but at least it will still have served some of its purpose: being cathartic.
And, if anyone actually does reply with words of encouragement, praises, insults, criticisms, flames, kind words, sympathy, or just a “take it somewhere else, newbie,” fell free to do so. Meanwhile, I’ll just go on suffering and hoping that it gets easier somewhere along the way, and cursing my overly addictable personality (I swear, if I look at something the wrong way, I become addicted to it).
Thanks for putting up with this, assuming you have.