Howdy.
My name is Mike. I smoked about a pack a day starting at age 16. I quit cold-turkey at 26 when my second baby was born. I always told myself I wasn't quitting -- that's how I tricked my brain into accepting it -- I was just slowing down... I could have a smoke anytime I wanted. My brain didn't freak out thinking,
"Oh jeebusfookinchristos I'm never having another cig again, shut down now -- SHUT DOWWWWWN!!!",
So it wasn't a problem. I managed to have a cig now and then, when drinking with friends -- no problem. I truly think this is the key to quitting -- never tell your brain that you actually intend to quit. 8 years later, I had smoked about 20 cigarettes total.
Then I went through a divorce.
If there is any time when smoking becomes good for you, it's during a divorce.
Needless to say, I went up to a pack a day again. Problem is, wife-free and having kids 50% of the time meant I was free to smoke pretty often with no worry or consequence, other than personal health, which I never gave much heed to. However, I really hated that smoking was interfering with my recently freed-up love life. In my new-found experience, women tended to be much less keen to a stinky-... smoker now than they used to be... especially in California, and frankly I wasn't willing to give up sex for cigarettes. There are other factors involved in the ecig switch, but let's just say, sex was the major motivating factor -- as it tends to be.
Truth is, whatever the motivation, I found that, in my opinion, eCigs are better than the burning variety -- I just enjoy vaping more than smoking.
So here I am.
P.S.: If you're looking for a story about floppy green pancakes, as the title of this post would imply... it doesn't exist -- not here anyway -- I just felt like being silly. If you really want dirt on floppyferkin green pancakes, I bet Google will fulfill your sick little fetish... you weirdo.
My name is Mike. I smoked about a pack a day starting at age 16. I quit cold-turkey at 26 when my second baby was born. I always told myself I wasn't quitting -- that's how I tricked my brain into accepting it -- I was just slowing down... I could have a smoke anytime I wanted. My brain didn't freak out thinking,
"Oh jeebusfookinchristos I'm never having another cig again, shut down now -- SHUT DOWWWWWN!!!",
So it wasn't a problem. I managed to have a cig now and then, when drinking with friends -- no problem. I truly think this is the key to quitting -- never tell your brain that you actually intend to quit. 8 years later, I had smoked about 20 cigarettes total.
Then I went through a divorce.
If there is any time when smoking becomes good for you, it's during a divorce.
Needless to say, I went up to a pack a day again. Problem is, wife-free and having kids 50% of the time meant I was free to smoke pretty often with no worry or consequence, other than personal health, which I never gave much heed to. However, I really hated that smoking was interfering with my recently freed-up love life. In my new-found experience, women tended to be much less keen to a stinky-... smoker now than they used to be... especially in California, and frankly I wasn't willing to give up sex for cigarettes. There are other factors involved in the ecig switch, but let's just say, sex was the major motivating factor -- as it tends to be.
Truth is, whatever the motivation, I found that, in my opinion, eCigs are better than the burning variety -- I just enjoy vaping more than smoking.
So here I am.
P.S.: If you're looking for a story about floppy green pancakes, as the title of this post would imply... it doesn't exist -- not here anyway -- I just felt like being silly. If you really want dirt on floppyferkin green pancakes, I bet Google will fulfill your sick little fetish... you weirdo.
