...and I do mean HELL within.
So I'm sitting here, at war with my own brain and body... Wondering what the hell I was thinking by starting smoking. For 25 years (well, minus my early childhood of course), I swore up and down I'd never start.
Of course that was before I had heard of clove cigarettes. A gateway drug if I've ever seen one. Smelled great, tasted great, smoked smooth. Eventually, due to cost, I moved to regular ol' menthol cigarettes (still couldn't stand smoking unflavored).
As of 01/01/07, the great state of Texas has decided to add on another $1 per pack tax on cigarettes, to offset property taxes... In an effort to raise more education funding.
Having wished I'd never started in the first place, knowing it's had ill effects on my health, and would probably shorten my life... And realizing that my pack-a-day habit would now cost me over $100 a month, just to harm myself... I decide to quit.
This is not an attempt to quit. As master Yoda says, "do or do not, there is no try." One must have absolutely no room for waivering when you decide to quit, otherwise you're simply not ready, and you're just wasting your time. Cuz let me tell you... Not even broken bones cause as much agony as nicotine withdrawls. A broken heart is more tolerable. I can't imagine any torture on the planet more horrific than the confusion, the numbness, the panic, the anger and rage, the lack of control of your emotions, the lethargy, the spikes of "ants in your pants" energy that come and go... Making you feel like flipping out like the rival anchor from Bruce Almighty. It's truely hell within.
To those of you out there who don't smoke, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT STARTING! Don't touch them! Not even ONE! Cuz eventually you will be in my shoes. "Oh I just smoke maybe one or two a month... A week... A day... An hour. Oops.
Everyone who smokes, at some point at least, wants to quit. And this, what I'm going through right now, is what you face. A demon only the strongest of wills can slay. The stop-smoking patches, and pills and candies... They're like a fine sword. YOU still have to face the demon, no matter how fine your sword is.
Why am I writing all of this? Just trying to vent. Gotta keep up the fight. $100 a month can go a long way towards my Amiga habit! Eight or nine months of not smoking could buy me a CSPPC!