Stay on that wagon!! I’m going on 25 years of a pack a day…
I’ve “quit” a few times during that, and all it took was for me to convince myself that a “puff or two won’t hurt” which turns into “a cigarette or two won’t hurt”
Before you know it all that hard work is down the drain…
I have moved exclusively to Juuls and maybe smoke a regular cigarette once a week or so, if that. I was a pack a day person for a good 15 years, so transitioning was odd. Quitting drinking completely was a good start in reducing my nicotine use, for sure.
While everyone should find their own path in breaking an addiction, I am going to experiment with psilocybin for completely breaking my addiction. I can’t really explain how it might work, but I have 100% confidence that I will be able to metaphorically flip that switch off and not think twice about it. It’s helped me get more healthy in numerous ways already but I have purposely put off quitting nicotine since I actually like the novelty of smoking (or vaping) still. Fair warning: It’s not for everyone nor is it legal for everyone. If you go on a trip with the intent to poke around in your own brain, you are going to need to be prepared to confront anything that comes up, and there will be things that come up.
In my early 20’s, broke-ass hippie-ish acidhead days, my friends and I made it thru several 12hr long trips without money for smokes by just tricking our brains. We would take straws or broken pencils or whathaveyou, just to hold in our hands while we were frying. IT. FUCKING. WORKED. Every time.
At my age now, and the baggage I hold onto, getting psychedelic is less appealing than it was back then. But it’s not hard to use that headspace to flip switches in your brain. Especially if you’re going into it with that intention.
Ok, you “get it”, then. It’s super hard to explain to anyone who hasn’t experienced psychedelics before.
Once the party aspect of psychedelics wore off, I started using them in a more controlled atmosphere. Actively seeking out and resolving my years of baggage has been a hell of an experience in more ways than one. It’s been extremely healthy, but difficult sometimes. At the end of the day, it has been totally worth it.
For me, psychedelics are perfect for my age. There is a ton of wisdom and experience I have now that makes self-reflection much more productive. Needless to say, ego dissolution has a much more profound impact now than it would of had when I was younger.
And of course, you must absolutely do you. I can absolutely respect that! (Just try to quit smoking, m’kay?)
After 10 years of 1-2 packs a day I quit by being very very angry. The hardest part for me was not the routine (work doesn’t allow me to have a routine) it was the actual hallucinations and headache and physical addiction.
Best is to tell everyone “if I am angry it is because I am quitting smoking“ - rub in in their face, and rub it in your own face. Tread yourself the way a protesting vegan treats others.
Tread yourself the way a protesting vegan treats others.
This is a path, when used correctly, is awesome. For example, while I didn’t personally think of it as a huge deal, I had to do this when I went to social gatherings after I quit drinking. It annoyed the fuck out of me to have people bugging me about my abstinence. I hated the 20 questions, the people “joking” about offering me shots, etc.
It was just easier to act like a holy-roller, anti-alchohol fanatic for a bit so they would shut the fuck up about it.
Nobody makes a big deal out of it anymore and the people that still do ask me if I am not drinking anymore are generally the people who actually give a shit about me. (I was a serious alcoholic, no doubt. People did have a valid reason to be concerned.)
The problem with taking a wagon down the road to recovery is that it is too god damn easy to fall out of. With no suspension and no seat belts, all it takes is one little bump for your ass to go tumbling out the back and straight into chain smoking to make up for lost time.
Fuck the wagon, and fuck the corporations. After 12 years for me, and 25 for you, we’re taking a gods dammed dune buggy.
Stay on that wagon!! I’m going on 25 years of a pack a day…
I’ve “quit” a few times during that, and all it took was for me to convince myself that a “puff or two won’t hurt” which turns into “a cigarette or two won’t hurt”
Before you know it all that hard work is down the drain…
I have moved exclusively to Juuls and maybe smoke a regular cigarette once a week or so, if that. I was a pack a day person for a good 15 years, so transitioning was odd. Quitting drinking completely was a good start in reducing my nicotine use, for sure.
While everyone should find their own path in breaking an addiction, I am going to experiment with psilocybin for completely breaking my addiction. I can’t really explain how it might work, but I have 100% confidence that I will be able to metaphorically flip that switch off and not think twice about it. It’s helped me get more healthy in numerous ways already but I have purposely put off quitting nicotine since I actually like the novelty of smoking (or vaping) still. Fair warning: It’s not for everyone nor is it legal for everyone. If you go on a trip with the intent to poke around in your own brain, you are going to need to be prepared to confront anything that comes up, and there will be things that come up.
In my early 20’s, broke-ass hippie-ish acidhead days, my friends and I made it thru several 12hr long trips without money for smokes by just tricking our brains. We would take straws or broken pencils or whathaveyou, just to hold in our hands while we were frying. IT. FUCKING. WORKED. Every time.
At my age now, and the baggage I hold onto, getting psychedelic is less appealing than it was back then. But it’s not hard to use that headspace to flip switches in your brain. Especially if you’re going into it with that intention.
Ok, you “get it”, then. It’s super hard to explain to anyone who hasn’t experienced psychedelics before.
Once the party aspect of psychedelics wore off, I started using them in a more controlled atmosphere. Actively seeking out and resolving my years of baggage has been a hell of an experience in more ways than one. It’s been extremely healthy, but difficult sometimes. At the end of the day, it has been totally worth it.
For me, psychedelics are perfect for my age. There is a ton of wisdom and experience I have now that makes self-reflection much more productive. Needless to say, ego dissolution has a much more profound impact now than it would of had when I was younger.
And of course, you must absolutely do you. I can absolutely respect that! (Just try to quit smoking, m’kay?)
After 10 years of 1-2 packs a day I quit by being very very angry. The hardest part for me was not the routine (work doesn’t allow me to have a routine) it was the actual hallucinations and headache and physical addiction. Best is to tell everyone “if I am angry it is because I am quitting smoking“ - rub in in their face, and rub it in your own face. Tread yourself the way a protesting vegan treats others.
This is a path, when used correctly, is awesome. For example, while I didn’t personally think of it as a huge deal, I had to do this when I went to social gatherings after I quit drinking. It annoyed the fuck out of me to have people bugging me about my abstinence. I hated the 20 questions, the people “joking” about offering me shots, etc.
It was just easier to act like a holy-roller, anti-alchohol fanatic for a bit so they would shut the fuck up about it.
Nobody makes a big deal out of it anymore and the people that still do ask me if I am not drinking anymore are generally the people who actually give a shit about me. (I was a serious alcoholic, no doubt. People did have a valid reason to be concerned.)
The problem with taking a wagon down the road to recovery is that it is too god damn easy to fall out of. With no suspension and no seat belts, all it takes is one little bump for your ass to go tumbling out the back and straight into chain smoking to make up for lost time.
Fuck the wagon, and fuck the corporations. After 12 years for me, and 25 for you, we’re taking a gods dammed dune buggy.