Stopping smoking again

I’m stopping smoking again. This will make me a bit out of it for the next few days, but I doubt I will murder anyone who does not richly deserve it much; I might kill a few innocent bystanders but I will stop short of desecrating their graves, burning down their houses, eating their relatives and singing comic songs on the ruins unless they really annoy me, you know by wearing a loud shirt in a built up area or possession of an offensive wife or similar. (yes I watched Not the Nine o Clock News too much!)

OK, stopping smoking usually makes me a bit depressive/anxious/unpredictable/suicidal/tense/angsty.   Housemates often take sudden unplanned holidays when I mention I have stopped smoking, and a few friends do leave town immediately and hide out at relations or in the woods.  Yet really I give up fairly quietly, and without fuss, and the only thing that stopping smoking is guaranteed to do is to make me is immensely fat, so I end up looking like a happy pig who has been genetically modified with beachball DNA, before being greased in butter and blown up with one of the air pumps they use to inflate airships. Last time I stopped I put on two stone in a few weeks, making CJ resemble this   –

CJ naked after giving up smoking - well a close resemblance to how I will look in three weeks time.

I never bother with the pills/potions/patches approach to stopping smoking – I could not afford to if I wanted to – I just stop. This usually works quite well for me for a good six months of any given year, then something happens and I start again. I have no real problem conquering the addiction (apart from the usual mood swings/self destructive/homicidal impulses and starting screaming for no reason while smashing everything in sight, but aren’t most people like that first thing in the morning?) but then something happens and I get really upset and I start smoking again. At the moment my life is so utterly depressing and stressful it may just be the wrong time to stop, but I really don’t want to buy cigarettes, and can’t afford to if I wanted to anyway, so I guess I’ll just whinge and put up with it.

Worst of all I’m getting my sense of smell back. And I really don’t appreciate that!

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