^You mean I'm gonna lose my third leg?
From the age of 18 to 25 I was a chain smoker. I couldn't imagine living without cigarettes, what would my hands do? I couldn't just sit still for God's sake! I was on 40 a day, plus the usual joint activities hippies engaged in at the time. I was coughing all the time, the smoker's bronchitic cough.
I found chewing gum and peanuts the cure. The former kept my mouth busy and the latter my hands. It took a year but I knew I was cured when I realized one morning I hadn't thought about cigarettes for days. My mind was free of that desire. How I had fooled myself into thinking I needed that poison!
Day 6. Not one cigarette. I just can't get over the feeling...if I could have just one, there would be world peace, life is good and I could get on with my day.
That's the nicotine talking. Tell it to fuck off.
It will but it'll be back so be ready to tell it to fuck off then too.
Hmmm...
First one this morn.
Settled, I am.
^First one of what?. Someone shitting on your chest?.
Works every time....
Maybe it's an English thing.
People go on about not knowing what to do with their mouths and hands if they're not smoking.
It is actually quite weird, come to think of it, and obviously just because they can't / couldn't come to terms with the fact that it's nicotine addiction that's the real problem.
The gunk has stopped coming up.
Getting pissed won't be helping.
Might need to address the alcoholism issue.
Wonder if the all vilification / shaming on here will make Chitty quit for good.?
Nice to know people care so much though, eh?
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