Ah, you smokers. You make me laugh. Huddled round a Clipper lighter for warmth with a copy of the Mirror over your head, all bunched up outside the office corner with your victim mentality and your shield of carcinogens.
Here’s the truth: if you want to give up, you can, and will. It’s that simple. I did. Overnight, thanks. 8 years of 20-40 a day to zero, no weaning, no patches, no gum, no fucking inhalators.
Mind - I can hear you now. “Bloody sanctimonious ex-smokers, they’re the worst. Of course I want to give up, but I can’t.”
Bollocks. If you wanted to, you would. The fact of it is that you don’t want to. And here’s the best bit - if you’re one of the ones who actually has tried to give up, thinks that you’ve tried your best, really really “wants” to give up, but just can’t… then you are lying to yourself. And that is never a good thing.
You need to take a good hard look at why you smoke, and attempt to be honest with yourself about it. If you can manage that, you will probably either realise that deep down it’s because you just like it and enjoy it and hey, you’ll never get cancer because you’re special or it’s a long way off anyway - in which case admit to yourself that you do not want to quit - or you might find that you’re just doing it out of habit, which is the single lamest reason for doing anything.
Oh, and hey - if you’re not one of those people, then mother father kindly disregard this letter. People who don’t care a fuck about it I have no quibble with. Don’t get me wrong here, I have nothing against people who smoke. Honest. Now that you’re all barred from doing it in the pub, I don’t even have to go home stinking because of you. Puff away, dude. What I have a problem with is smokers who blow 30-100 quid a week on the things, and complain about it, saying they want to give up but can’t. Wrong. Deep down, you just don’t want to.
It’s them who make me laugh. Tell you what though - I’ll be laughing twice as hard come December.
–c.
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Fuckin’ hear motherfucking hear! I also gave up cold. You’re right - the key to giving up is actually actively, truly *wanting* to. Not feeling that you ought to or being pressured into it. As soon as you *honestly* make the judgement that the hassle and grief and expense and stench and chance of getting fucking CANCER(!) is not worth it for you then it becomes a piece of piss to keep yourself motivated.
Also, too many people don’t keep an honest internal counter: they rationalise little slips that set them back to zero days without nicotine by saying things like “well, I’ve not had one on two week, why not reward myself”.
You are not rewasrding yourself, you plonkers YOU ARE WASTING THOSE TWO WEEKS of sacrifice and self-discipline.
Now, if only I could apply this theory to the crack and methylated spirits habits I appear to have developed since giving up fags …
Well said all!
It’s great going to pubs now without chucking everything in the wash the next day…..I am now more eco-friendly because of one less wash a week :-D.
Gigging with real dry ice now!
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