Well, I finally decided to quit smoking...again. No need for support or encouragment. No atta boys neccessary. From a life viewpoint, i know what it takes to at least get this thing off the ground.
What is particularly interesting to me is the lack of subtlety that this particular craving has. It is like that plant in Little Shop of Horrors. FEED ME!, it says. But that's not what i am doing, and it is very, very disturbed at this fact. Yesterday, about all i could do was not smoke. It permeated every aspect of my daily activity. I actually called in sick at work because i knew what I was going to be going through. So in a Work sense, there is new material for observation here. That which was covered, that which kept me asleep is no longer being fed.
Smoking reinforced buffers for me. It gave me the excuse to stop what I was doing and smoke. Durng this time, I had permission to go even deeper into sleep, into imagination and identification. By the end of the "smoke break". I could be so sapped of energy, and so clueless as to what it is i was doing. My train of thought, or of activity went completely off the tracks. And I craved this?! I could get so negative when I smoked, so full of hostility, so wronged by whoever crossed my path, whoever looked at me wrong. I would use this cigarette as my temporary opportunity to indulge in negative emotions. It was my justification. I sense there is alot of false personality involved with all this. Smoking made it stronger.
Now there are a new set of sensations connected with the lack of a cigarette. They are not completey pleasant, but they feel very alive, very volatile. Its as if they could go either way at this point. My aim is to not react to them no matter what.
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