January 6th 2016
Today, for the first time in as long as I can remember, neither my mum or my dad smoked a cigarette. And I am proud, really I am.
Earlier it seemed as if I wasn’t. It was 2pm and my Mum said “Guess what. I haven’t had a cigarette since 8pm last night!!” And she was excited, and I perhaps wasn’t as excited as she was. Because to me that didn’t seem like a very big deal, but to her it was.
You see, she’s trying to give up smoking, both her and dad are. And now she’s gone a whole day without a cigarette, and that’s really great, but I don’t understand it.
I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my entire life. Not even one puff/drag/whatever. I’ve never seen the use/need/benefit of it. So I don’t GET it. My Mum and Dad are clearly addicted to it, so for them it’s hard to quit. But, because my mind has never experienced addiction, to me if you want to stop doing something you just stop doing that thing.
The closest I come is with Coffee. Last week I made myself a coffee out of habit, rather than desire. I get to work every day and make a coffee to ‘get me through it’. But I realised that at that point I didn’t really want a coffee. I was just doing it because I always do it. And because I thought it helped me cope better.
Does that count? Is that what a smoking addiction is like? I don’t know. I’ve never tried.
I am proud that they have both had a smoke free day, and I told them that. I just don’t understand it.
Is it mental? Is it physical? Is it both?
I’ll never know. I have no desire to ever smoke. I don’t see the point.
Until tomorrow, starve the addiction.