So, I know the theories differ on how long exactly it takes to cure oneself of the habit aspect of cigarette smoking. My cravings have been extremely down, but I am still called by Royal Farms almost every morning as I pass in en route to work; or by my coffee as I sip it post-meal; or right now as I sit down to write. Some people claim three weeks does the trick, some say four, others say months. I say, Thirteen Days. Today was perhaps the first day I felt truly finished with cigarettes. Wasn't very cranky at all (or I'm sure I will hear about it soon); didn't fiend - I craved but never fiended for a smoke. My cravings have been rendered vacant thoughts. Empty intuitions. Wrong answers.
This all got me to pondering an interesting dilemma from one of my favorite scenes in one of my favorite movies ever (on the other end of this link):
(please excuse the sound delay).
Is it okay to 'have one?' and when exactly would that be?
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