It’s been one week since I have smoked a cigarette or a cigar. The itch is gone but the crankiness is not.
Mood music:
I’m finding some relief in gum. But now I’m starting to think crazy thoughts about it. Behold:
I find myself wondering if there are websites that sell exotic types of gum. I’m sure there are, though I haven’t looked yet.
Beer-flavored gum?
Cigar-flavored gum?
Rum-flavored gum?
The crazy thinking goes something like this: If I can no longer have any of my vices, I can chew gum that at least tastes like all my vices.
But here’s what would happen:
–I’d become obsessed with stockpiling all the gum I could find. I would find a way to spend hundreds of dollars a pop.
–I would chew a flavor and eventually decide it’s just not as good as the real thing.
–I’d start obsessing about the real thing.
From there, the danger is obvious.
That’s how the mind of an addict works.
I’ll just have to stick with the garden-variety, minty fresh gum until I get past this.
Yeah, I empathize here. I’m like that with “low-fat” or “diet” food. Same exact pattern.