I'd been an average (pack a day) smoker for the past 12 years, and did not especially want to quit. I understood the cons behind smoking and the pros of quitting - but I also heard the horror stories surrounding quitting. Chest pains, dizziness, spiking in blood pressure - a multitude of symptoms brought on by the dreaded nicotine withdrawal. Each potential horror worse than the last. Figured actually, I'd wait a few years until I was much more driven to quit.
Then I had oral surgery - a tale of woe in its own right. I couldn't eat for days, let alone smoke. I lived on milkshake, more of it dropped down me than poured into me. Life was too much of a strain to even think about having a cigarette. I noticed, after a period of three or four days that I hadn't craved a cigarette even once.
So, I simply stopped. No patches, no e-cig, no gum, no hypnosis... unless general anaesthetic can cure nicotine addiction, I've done it all cold turkey. I'm proud of me, my friends are proud of me, my family is... disgusted at the fact I used to be a smoker.
Why, despite now being cigarette free (and to add insult to injury, alcohol, caffeine and drug free to boot) am I still looked upon with disgust for having given in to the foul temptress ciggie in the past? It's a phenomena I've encountered elsewhere too, others who are proud ex-smokers don't get congratulated for giving up the habit, but rather are shunned for ever having puffed on one fag*. As a species** are we simply incapable of recognising someone else's progress and preferring to remind them of their mistakes?
*I'm English.
**Edit: As kindly pointed out below vvvvvvvvvvvvvv I am an idiot, this was meant to say society.
Then I had oral surgery - a tale of woe in its own right. I couldn't eat for days, let alone smoke. I lived on milkshake, more of it dropped down me than poured into me. Life was too much of a strain to even think about having a cigarette. I noticed, after a period of three or four days that I hadn't craved a cigarette even once.
So, I simply stopped. No patches, no e-cig, no gum, no hypnosis... unless general anaesthetic can cure nicotine addiction, I've done it all cold turkey. I'm proud of me, my friends are proud of me, my family is... disgusted at the fact I used to be a smoker.
Why, despite now being cigarette free (and to add insult to injury, alcohol, caffeine and drug free to boot) am I still looked upon with disgust for having given in to the foul temptress ciggie in the past? It's a phenomena I've encountered elsewhere too, others who are proud ex-smokers don't get congratulated for giving up the habit, but rather are shunned for ever having puffed on one fag*. As a species** are we simply incapable of recognising someone else's progress and preferring to remind them of their mistakes?
*I'm English.
**Edit: As kindly pointed out below vvvvvvvvvvvvvv I am an idiot, this was meant to say society.