Me too (meaning, not scared but keeping the old stale cigs), my remaining analogs are still exactly where they were on the day my ecig arrived. For me, it's deliberate. As long as they're there, then I'm choosing not to smoke them. It's not that I have nothing else. If they were gone, then that wouldn't be the case so literally. It's a small thing, but I enjoy it. They're in the same drawer as my chargers, so every time I charge a battery, I'm deliberately ignoring them even though I usually don't even consciously think about it. (When I do notice it, that they're still there, I half-smile to myself and then they're forgotten again in the next second.) It's an open half-pack plus a half-carton. I don't mind leaving them there permanently. I have no intention of ever throwing them out or moving them.
As a melodramatic metaphor, I feel like I slew a dragon and let it lie where it fell. That's my "trophy" for it.
As a melodramatic metaphor, I feel like I slew a dragon and let it lie where it fell. That's my "trophy" for it.
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