I’m now a non-smoker for 10 months (well, Friday will be ten months). I’d tried to quit dozens of times. I finally did, with the use of drugs and patches, and it was even easy (not like the other times).
This doesn’t mean that I’ve not had cigarettes – I think I’ve had fewer than ten in the last ten months. So here’s my experience:
I was severely addicted to nicotine. Until I “quit for good” I still had nicotine in me in diminishing quantities, and my body insisted on replenishing those quantities. It made it impossible for me to quit without the medical help (yeah, I say impossible just 'cos it never worked).
Now, though, I don’t have that physical addiction. I truly can take it or leave it. I hope I’m not coming across as bragging and saying how easy it is, because it was not and I had given myself up to being a smoker for life. The point is, I don’t have the physical additiction anymore, and I guess the psychological need has waned away, too.
But… the ten cigarettes I mentioned? Well, sometimes at social gatherings involving distilled cactus juice, there’s a sense of nostalgia that a cigarette fullfills. But as I’m not addicted to the nicotine, I never have the craving for more (and I never permit myself more than one; I don’t want to re-addict myself by any means).
So, I guess if you smoke seldom enough to not become addicted, you can take it leave it. I’d always hated those types of people when I’d tried to quit! But I’m nicely quit now, so I am one of those people.