Ocram’s Blog

I went hunting for a cigarette last night. I didn’t find one, and as it was almost midnight there wasn’t anywhere open nearby where I could buy some.

The weird thing was that I wasn’t really craving them, I just went to get a drink, and the next thing I knew I was searching through the cupboards, and then in the drawer in my bedroom.

My second tip should you ever decide to give up smoking: Don’t live with another smoker.

I must admit, I’m rather proud of myself. I spent yesterday evening in a (smoky) pub with people who were smoking, and managed to avoid temptation. ^_^

Of course, after a point it may not have been so much willpower as… alcohol power. :P

However, this does raise one random question for me. Why is it that smoking is generally frowned upon, whereas drinking is considered a ‘rite of passage’ of sorts, and in any case is generally accepted within mainstream society?

‘Yesterday’ may have been the longest day of my life. :innocent:

Ok, so maybe I haven’t been to bed yet (at least for the night), but I wanted to post this now while it was still fresh in my mind.

Owing to ‘unforeseen circumstances’ I have to start over with the whole quitting thing. And to think, I had gone almost a month as well. But… since I (almost) succeeded once, there is no reason why I can’t do it again.

One thing that occurred to me: Whenever I went out for a cigarette, especially at the dead of night, with a mild, pleasant breeze, just to sit there and think, it always used to provide a moment of clarity, or a random thought, a random memory. If there was ever something on my mind, just to go and sit there, in the peace of the night, everything seemed to become clear. What to do, or to say… of course in the end it may have in fact not turned out to be the right thing, but at least at that moment it seemed right.

Woohoo? :unsure:

Today is the first day that I’ve woken up feeling relatively normal. ^_^

I now also feel sick. :hmm:

Why is giving up smoking such a good idea in the first place? Sure, maybe it takes a few years off your life (smoking that is, not giving up ) but in the end, isn’t it just hastening the inevitable?

Knowing my luck, in a month’s time I’ll probably end up getting hit by a bus. :P

If you are deciding to quit smoking, take my advice: Don’t tell anybody. It will make it so much easier, especially if you don’t manage it the first time. Maybe the moral support helps some people, but as far as I’m concerned all it does is make you feel guilty, like you are letting them down if you fail.

And if you are smoking (or doing anything, for that matter) to relieve stress, you’re going to, at some point, turn back to it if you don’t address the cause of the stress.

I should probably go and do something now other than go back to bed, but now I’m afraid of being hit by a bus. :unsure:

:P

I feel terrible.

Everything aches. My head aches, my arms ache, my back aches and my stomach aches.

Every time I cough it brings up phlegm.

It’s 23 degrees outside, and I’m cold. :huh:

I think I’m going back to bed. :rolleyes:

As of 7PM tonight, I have (hopefully) had my last cigarette. Just in time to become an alcoholic. :P As there isn’t much of today left, it has been officially deemed day 0. Expect random flair ups and bad moods all round.

Some might argue that there isn’t really going to be much change at all.

Bastards. :P

I know I promised at the end of last year that I would quit smoking by the time my sister was born. (Ironically you started again shortly before she was born, but I won’t hold that against you. )

I then set a date at the beginning of the year. And then again after I finished school. And a final time after my exams were over. But this time, I’m serious.

It’s not like I even have an incentive anymore, and I’m probably quitting in the worst way possible, (cold turkey, but trying to ‘break’ an addiction by taking the very thing that you crave never really made any sense to me) but this time I’m going to persevere. Bad idea? Probably. But then again, I’m not exactly a stranger to them.

As a final point, why am I addressing this to you? :huh: It’s not likely that you’re ever going to read this. And just who are you anyway? :think:

Ah well… nobody ever accused me of being sane. :P