So a long, long time ago when I would go to the bar to karaoke Pink Floyd and other various things, I would sometimes bum a drag from someone's cigarette. On Feb 2, 2022 I would met this strange woman who identified as a sociopath who was a smoker. I would bum a drag from her noting, "I'm saving you life, a half a cigarette at a time." At the end of the night, she would invite me back to her place. She absolutely loved my hair, which is funny, as I was about to shave it all off and donate it.
Skip to March 7th and we are officially dating. At this point, I am having my own cigarettes. Skip to a month or so ahead, and I am buying my own cigarettes. Skip to Friday Oct 13, 2023 and I am married. Skip to sometime this year and my wife has stopped smoking, except to take drags from my cigarettes.
Some point before getting married I was going to have a tooth pulled. It was decaying and part of it missing (well before meeting my sociopathic friend). I went to have it pulled and my blood pressure was way too high. So I went to the doctor to be put on meds for it (and adjusted multiple times).
Smoking had turned into a part of my life routine. I wake up at 6:30, I get ready, I have a smoke, I take my blood pressure meds, I take my vitamins, I have my coffee, I go outside to take a smoke, I brush my teeth, I go to work, I get my coffee, I take my break around 10:30 because I like to prepare for the days the cafeteria has tossed chicken wings, go have a smoke, then go to the cafeteria probably disappointed that it's not wing day (since it only happens once a month).
I was to a point where I was smoking about 6 cigarettes a day? In many cases having it as part of my routine helped keep this at a rather constant. Very rarely did I "need" a cigarette, however I did "need" to keep my routine going. So one day (2026) I am eating a salad, and my back wisdom tooth literally shatters. Well this absolutely sucks. I go to the dentist and find I have two infected teeeth. The one that had been broke for years and the one that just shattered. A date of sometime in April(?) is made to have them pulled.
So one of the things I know is that drinking and smoking is very bad for recently pulled teeth. I make plans to actually stop smoking after my two teeth are pulled. So April comes and it is the day of having my teeth pulled. I have my "final" smoke, go in and have my teeth pulled (it sucked... bad), and then afterwards I enjoy a smoke free life.
Until one day I am at the bar, drinking, and then bum a cigarette from my sister (she is not my real sister she is my sister from another mister). I do this a bit more until THAT turns into a routine. I then feel bad because I don't like bumming from people, so I end up getting my own packs. When NOT drinking, I would ask myself, "This is gross why am I doing this again?" Then I realized what I had to do. The best way to replace a routine/habit is to give some sort of meaning to something. I mean, for years now each month I tally my karma count here on Reddit. Every Friday for 16 years since Oct 7th, 2016, I make a Floyd post where I share the joy of Pink Floyd to the world (at least in my Tommy Westphall induced universe). How can I use my own brain against me? Simple, pick some form of important time and note that time to memory.
So it is a few weeks ago and my three year anniversary is coming up. I decide to ensure I have enough smokes to last me up until Oct 12th. I have my two bottles of Chilly Mallard on Oct 12th with two smokes left. I have the one, play some games, then go out for my last smoke. When I take my last drag, I note the time.
So at this point it turns into a challenge. I had told my wife what I was planning, as well as my dad (who was very not a fan of knowing I smoked, especially after losing grandma who had been smoking unfiltered Paul Malls for 50 years until she died from lung complications in 2006).
I know I have no quit as long as a lot of you legends have. I also have not been a heavy smoker like a lot of you who have decades on me. I share my story in hopes to be able to return in a month, a year, a decade (and I will prob be dead after that, so...) and state that I have stood with many of you in being smoke free for X time. I also share my story to remind some of you that you're not addicted to the smoke, you are addicted to the routine. My OCD hates breaking routine, however, I have done it, and so can you! If you want to quit but feel you can't, make a target date, turn it into a challenge, and find someone to help support you. I'm chronically on Reddit, so if you don't have someone to support ya, well, you do now.