I believe the whole nicotine replacement therapy industry branch to be mostly less offensive forms of selling you the same poison at a significant markup, and I believe most products and procedures that are marketed as helping people to quit smoking to be either just ineffective or outright scams.
I took up smoking when I considered it to be the least offensive form to manifest my then prevalent misanthropy and fits of self loathing. I don't like you? Why, come, sit right next to me, let's have a chat while I blow the smoke of my cancer sticks right into your face.
Once I started feeling better, after about three years or so, I quit cold turkey. It's easy. You just don't buy cigarettes, you don't buy lighters, you don't even buy candles or force yourself to stay the hell away from people that smoke, since you will want to just make them offer you a fag or two, and you will most probably not be able to say NOOOOOOOOOO!
The withdrawal was very physical, making me dizzy, throw up a lot, shiver like it was Parkinson central. The smells and tastes of food and everything was overpowering, so just smelling a good cup of coffee or, say, a strawberry pie could make me go dry heave.
There was a long, very uncomfortable phase when I dreamt about smoking. There was a short phase that saw me considering going through the ashtrays at the hospital to see if there were any cigarette stumps that were not completely smoked up to the filter. When I caught myself suffering both physically and mentally, much like a junkie unable to score the next shot of heroin, something snapped into place inside my head and I found it very, very easy to just say no. No need for any of the stuff they're trying to sell.
Why the ads, you ask? Because the promise of something that makes life easier is just too good to ignore for most people.
Why are they selling all those items, you ask? Because there's always a chance a lot of folks will actually buy them.
I took up smoking when I considered it to be the least offensive form to manifest my then prevalent misanthropy and fits of self loathing. I don't like you? Why, come, sit right next to me, let's have a chat while I blow the smoke of my cancer sticks right into your face.
Once I started feeling better, after about three years or so, I quit cold turkey. It's easy. You just don't buy cigarettes, you don't buy lighters, you don't even buy candles or force yourself to stay the hell away from people that smoke, since you will want to just make them offer you a fag or two, and you will most probably not be able to say NOOOOOOOOOO!
The withdrawal was very physical, making me dizzy, throw up a lot, shiver like it was Parkinson central. The smells and tastes of food and everything was overpowering, so just smelling a good cup of coffee or, say, a strawberry pie could make me go dry heave.
There was a long, very uncomfortable phase when I dreamt about smoking. There was a short phase that saw me considering going through the ashtrays at the hospital to see if there were any cigarette stumps that were not completely smoked up to the filter. When I caught myself suffering both physically and mentally, much like a junkie unable to score the next shot of heroin, something snapped into place inside my head and I found it very, very easy to just say no. No need for any of the stuff they're trying to sell.
Why the ads, you ask? Because the promise of something that makes life easier is just too good to ignore for most people.
Why are they selling all those items, you ask? Because there's always a chance a lot of folks will actually buy them.