Ah, cigarettes, I love you so...
My introduction to nicotine wasn't anything to do with trying to look cool to impress the boys, more to do with a rogue family member getting me into cannabis. I did enjoy a summer-holiday toke, leaning out the bedroom window looking at the stars and getting the giggles (sadly missed now I'm a paranoid adult) and this continued for a good few summers. After a while I noticed I'd miss these occasional smokes, and would, for some reason, really really want one at times when it wasn't available. I then took to seeking nub-ends (I know) and smoking those when I could.

Then one day I ended up smoking a cigarette end by accident. Miraculously, my need for a joint disappeared, and I realised it wasn't the cannabis I was missing at all, but the nicotine. I figured that would be a good time to try and stop this nub-end seeking, and did, and for a while everything was ok.

Then I went to my first festival...

I figured it would be a good call to buy some tobacco before I left, and bought my first ever fags (a small packet of amber leaf with the free dodgy papers, and an automatic lighter, because I couldn't use flint lighters at this point). When we arrived, I found we were drugless, and that familiar need arrived. So me, my mates Rhiannon and Vicky all rolled a cigarette and looked up at the sun setting over Reading campsite while I had my first ever intentional non-drugs cigarette.

8 years on I've given up cannabis because of the fear, and now smoke between 20-30 roll-ups a day, with every desire to quit but no willpower whatsoever. If I could go back in time to that festival and tell myself not to be a twat, I'd gladly do so.
( SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Wed 19 Mar 2008, 20:27, 1 reply)

if
you _really_ want to give up - get yourself on the Zyban - my girlfriend was a 20 a day for 20 years smoker and stopped smoking dead on Christmas day after a course on the Zybans.
She's not had one since.
( scoshi pretending to diet since, Thu 20 Mar 2008, 10:32, closed)