Things Can Only Get Worse

Things were always better in the good old days.

It’s a law of life on earth and of human civilization, not an idiom or a relative idelogy that is waiting to be debated/debunked.

I wonder how much of an advantage do I have knowing that the degrading of reality as time goes by is an inevitable fact and not a possibility that can be averted. Knowking that is also saddening, a heavy load.

One Month off Fags

 

Three days ago, on Friday the 30th, 2017, it was one month since I smoked a cigarette for the last time.

With my old vape pen and my new RTA and mod I am managing and devolving a vice that I was slave to for a quarter century.

I confess that I think that cigarettes are okay, but I’m not really jonesing for them anymore. I’m disregarding any thoughts about them since the first week.

Three Weeks Off Fags

Three days ago, on Friday 24, it was three weeks since I’ve quitted cigarettes. After 24 years smoking, I couldn’t possibly have done it without the help of vapes.

It wasn’t a permutation of one habit for the other. It took me more than four years to come to terms with the double effect. The double effect is what you call your habit when you vape but still smoke analogs.

Somewhat, to vape with a cigar-sized vape pen never was satisfactory for me at 16 or 12% of nicotine and about 3.6 wattage. It only became 100% able to make me forget cigarettes when it was 18%…