Ok, this story you can put down as "Are you insane or what?"
I never smoked as a young'n, I despised my mom doing so, my dad always did, so that was not out of the ordinary.
I half dabbled in smoking in teenage years, got the odd pack and suffered for it, the tried and true sentiment, "If I do it, I might look cool".
Fast forward to 1997, age 25, not a regular smoker by any means, had my first proper and fixed hire, on a business trip to India.
Sat alone in a hotel room and thought... "What the "¤"#¤, might as well get me a pack of cigarettes...".
So, I started at age 25, never been a heavy smoker at all, 5-10 a day, almost exclusively during work hours, having one whilst having a break, or taking a call.
It was the most strange thing to start at 25, with no preasure from peers, no real reason, other than I decided to have one, which became two, which begot the third...
Carried on that way, never being heavy on it, using it at work as an excuse to have a break, and bringing a pack when going out on a saturday night.
Continued like that until a few days ago, when I got my first Vaporizer, and I can tell you right up front, I'm not going back to
tobacco.
I haven't had a cigarette in two days, feel no need. I did fire one up but one puff and the icky sensation of it not being right came over me. It just wasn't nice, not even close to being as nice as my Evod. I actually felt completely put off by the sensation of tobacco, after having had the evod for but a few days.
I never got it, my Evod, as a means of quitting, I like technology, was curious, and love things with
batteries. I never really planned to, never wanted to really. I had too many unexpected meetings with smokers which became friends, didn't do it on a scale where I felt my health taking a hit, but now after a couple of days, it feels like the most natural thing to do.
That was the short version, started at 25, quit at 42.
/Dennis
