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John S2 Discussion started by John S2 5 years ago
From gummer on 01/24/2011     

Yes, smoking felt good.  The intense need followed by the rush of satisfaction felt really good.   And for years I interpreted that intensely good feeling as liking cigarettes.  In my mind, I loved smoking.

No question.   It is interesting that after being quit many weeks I started to rethink my position.  Why?   Because just as smoking had felt so good, NOT smoking felt really bad.  I mean awful.  I could not focus, I was irritable, I was exhausted, and I had insomnia...  

There are many things in life that gave me pleasure, but not one made me feel this way when I gave it up, and it occurred to me that perhaps I had been wrong all those long years...  that perhaps I had been smoking not so much because I liked it, but because I hated how I felt when I abstained.

You see, prior to my quit, I never went long enough without smoking to really understand what was going on with my smoking…  to comprehend what I was reacting to.  I always thought I was seeking pleasure when, it turns out, I perversely was just avoiding discomfort.

Ironically, it took NOT smoking for a long time for me to even consider the point; not smoking has ended up teaching me far more about cigarettes than smoking them ever did…

So as I sat there yearning for what I was trying to avoid (that`s a red flag right there!)  I thought to myself...  WHAT does smoking give me?  Exactly WHAT?   Does it give me that lovely pleasure?  Or does it give me that hideous, crawling need?

And that is when I realized that every time I inhaled a cigarette,  I was not getting relief at all...  Instead I was getting more and more infected with the need, further and further addicted.
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