Good luck quitting smoking. If everyone who smoked (everyone over 18 when I was born) in my family could quit, so can you. My mom was a two pack a day smoker when she quit in the early 70s, because 5 year old me was exposed to anti smoking in kindergarten, and I was distraught that mommy was going to get lung cancer and die.
The kind in the Incomplete Enchanter series by Fletcher Pratt and L. Sprague deCamp-- A system parallel to physics, with laws like the Rules of Similarity or Contagion.
Quitting can be really hard for some people so I wish you all the best for that!
My mum smoked a pack a day for years and woke up one morning and found she was suddenly allergic to it -- very weird! -- which meant she couldn't even bear the smell of it on other people, so my (step) dad had to stop, cold turkey. He'd come home from work, strip off downstairs and throw all his clothes in the wash, then have a shower and put on fresh clothes before he could get near my mum. He was like a bear with a sore head for about a month due to nicotine withdrawal but he never smoked again (even years later after leaving my mum, he never started smoking again).
I was about a pack-and-a-half a day smoker when I emigrated from England... to California where there were a lot of restrictions on smoking and my brand new American g/f hated the smell so I stopped, cold turkey, for her.
I think, for me, it was easier to give up because everything about my routine changed: I couldn't light my first cigarette of the day as soon as I got out of bed, I couldn't smoke on my commute to work (public transit), I couldn't smoke at work (unlike in England, back then!), I couldn't smoke on my commute home, and we weren't going out to "pubs", like I would in England, and the few bars we did go to had no smoking allowed indoors. It would have been a lot of effort to find time and places to smoke -- so it completely broke my smoking routine.
I haven't smoked for 23 years at this point. Do I still crave it? Yes, from time to time. I don't know if the craving ever fully goes away -- because your body still remembers why you smoked.
Best luck with the quitting! It took me two serious tries to do it. One thing that really helped me was a tracking app that counts how much money I've saved. I'm nearly at 8 years and have saved $40k. It's worth the temporary hell in so many ways!
Worst art has to be something called "Marine Venus" on the Dalhousie campus in Halifax. Mostly looks like an exploded penis. *shudders*
In the Mood for Love is awfully sexy in a tender candle light kind of way. But it all seems so forbidden without being gauche.
Alistair Crowley introduced me to non-fantasy novel & non-Narnia magick, but my favorite kind of magic to attempt was the kind that didn’t require a fully discernible and definitive result, but rather suggested a sort of subtle cosmic influence (mainly because I didn’t want to ruin my own belief in it!)
Worst art -- definitely the public piece at Union Square above what used to be Virgin that belched smoke out of its fake brick exterior and was accompanied by was was actually just a very overly complicated clock.
Cheers to becoming a non-smoker! It took me a lot of effort to quit. The chemical addiction was hard, but even harder was the thought that I couldn't fully be me if I wasn't a smoker. What helped was remembering that I wasn't born a smoker; I'd taught myself to be one and reinforced that identity with every drag off of every cigarette. I had to remind myself that I was cutting off something that didn't belong--not hacking off a part of myself. I know you'll get there 💜
Good luck quitting smoking. If everyone who smoked (everyone over 18 when I was born) in my family could quit, so can you. My mom was a two pack a day smoker when she quit in the early 70s, because 5 year old me was exposed to anti smoking in kindergarten, and I was distraught that mommy was going to get lung cancer and die.
Good luck quitting smoking!
"What’s your favorite kind of magic?"
The kind in the Incomplete Enchanter series by Fletcher Pratt and L. Sprague deCamp-- A system parallel to physics, with laws like the Rules of Similarity or Contagion.
Quitting can be really hard for some people so I wish you all the best for that!
My mum smoked a pack a day for years and woke up one morning and found she was suddenly allergic to it -- very weird! -- which meant she couldn't even bear the smell of it on other people, so my (step) dad had to stop, cold turkey. He'd come home from work, strip off downstairs and throw all his clothes in the wash, then have a shower and put on fresh clothes before he could get near my mum. He was like a bear with a sore head for about a month due to nicotine withdrawal but he never smoked again (even years later after leaving my mum, he never started smoking again).
I was about a pack-and-a-half a day smoker when I emigrated from England... to California where there were a lot of restrictions on smoking and my brand new American g/f hated the smell so I stopped, cold turkey, for her.
I think, for me, it was easier to give up because everything about my routine changed: I couldn't light my first cigarette of the day as soon as I got out of bed, I couldn't smoke on my commute to work (public transit), I couldn't smoke at work (unlike in England, back then!), I couldn't smoke on my commute home, and we weren't going out to "pubs", like I would in England, and the few bars we did go to had no smoking allowed indoors. It would have been a lot of effort to find time and places to smoke -- so it completely broke my smoking routine.
I haven't smoked for 23 years at this point. Do I still crave it? Yes, from time to time. I don't know if the craving ever fully goes away -- because your body still remembers why you smoked.
Best luck with the quitting! It took me two serious tries to do it. One thing that really helped me was a tracking app that counts how much money I've saved. I'm nearly at 8 years and have saved $40k. It's worth the temporary hell in so many ways!
Worst art has to be something called "Marine Venus" on the Dalhousie campus in Halifax. Mostly looks like an exploded penis. *shudders*
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In the Mood for Love is awfully sexy in a tender candle light kind of way. But it all seems so forbidden without being gauche.
Alistair Crowley introduced me to non-fantasy novel & non-Narnia magick, but my favorite kind of magic to attempt was the kind that didn’t require a fully discernible and definitive result, but rather suggested a sort of subtle cosmic influence (mainly because I didn’t want to ruin my own belief in it!)
Worst art -- definitely the public piece at Union Square above what used to be Virgin that belched smoke out of its fake brick exterior and was accompanied by was was actually just a very overly complicated clock.
Oh! And good luck with the cigs. Quitting fucking sucks! But being quit is much better.
Be careful. My niece took that drug to help her quit and it resulted in her developing Lupus. I hope you don’t have the same experience.
Cheers to becoming a non-smoker! It took me a lot of effort to quit. The chemical addiction was hard, but even harder was the thought that I couldn't fully be me if I wasn't a smoker. What helped was remembering that I wasn't born a smoker; I'd taught myself to be one and reinforced that identity with every drag off of every cigarette. I had to remind myself that I was cutting off something that didn't belong--not hacking off a part of myself. I know you'll get there 💜
Good luck quitting!