Haha! There is an unopened pack of Camel Turkish Silver from the last carton I bought in December of 2013 in the desk drawer next to me. I expect they'd be pretty nasty by now. But one of the things that helped me a lot is that I've never ever forbidden myself from having a cig if I decide I really want one. I know myself well enough to understand that there's a part of me that would rebel against such a prohibition. This may not be the right strategy for everyone, but it's worked for me for 10 years now.I still kept a pack of cigs around for probably 2 or 3 months becuase I figured at some point I'd fall away from vaping, but it never happened.
I wonder if that's some sort of psychological defense mechanism in many ex-smokers? People smoking outside doesn't bother me at all. In fact, if the weather is decent, there's a good chance I'll go and hang out with them, puffing on my vape.Just the smell of cig smoke triggers me and puts me in a bad mood because it's sooooo suffocating to me, even from far away. I'm forced to smell it frequently becuase my across-the-street neighbor smokes outside. I also live near a busy street & it seems someone's always chucking a .... out the window. I can't often smell it in my house.
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Yup. That's one of the reasons I went with the gear that I've been using exclusively for the last 8 or so years; I knew I could keep it running more-or-less forever, and my "waste" consists of a little tuft of cellulose wick once every month or two, a tiny bit of coiled up wire every year or so, and few 18650s every few years.I just wasn't brought up that way I guess. My parents made efforts to try to fix (or get fixed) what they had...because they had to. That spirit lives-on in my blood, I guess. For some reason, fixing what I have in order to make it operational again gives me a high of sorts. Makes me feel like less of a hyper-consumer machine and more like a human, and that makes me feel good.
Waste not, want not.

