Four of the people who came over on Sunday for Mother's Day are still active smokers (including my backsliding baby brother, who I thought I'd converted to vaping), and although I didn't have any issues with it while they were here, as soon as they left I was overwhelmed with the smell of the stale tobacco smoke in the room. It made me feel ill, and I had to open all the windows, light scented candles everywhere and febreeze like a madwoman. Emptying the dirty ashtrays grossed me out so much, and I cannot imagine ever wanting to smoke again- my throat is sore today from breathing all the second hand smoke, and my living room still smells bad to me. I think part of it has to do with the fact that I was really sick when I finally quit, and the few times I cheated, it made me feel sick all over again- my subconscious associates cigs with being sick now.
So although I've only been off them a month and a half, I'm pretty sure I'm an ex-smoker. And I'm pretty sure that I'm the snotty, self-righteous, fascist, holier than thou kind of ex-smoker that I used to roll my eyes at, but I'm trying to hide it.
If vaping were gone tomorrow, I'd probably switch to nic lozenges and rot my teeth out on lollypops, but I dunno. As others have mentioned, my addiction to vaping is a kinder, gentler addiction. It doesn't rule me like smoking did, so I might be able to let it go gracefully.