I grew up going to school in a pretty rough neighborhood. My friends started smoking wacky stuff when we were about 12, and I picked up Marlboro cigarettes to 'feel' cool as a compromise. It wasn't hard to get away with it since both my parents smoked and everything smelled like a bar-room anyway. I remember timing which window I would blow the smoke out of my room by the time of day. All I had to do was open 2 windows, figure out which window was pulling and which was pushing and voila!
By 17 my family found out and my mother had a rather ingenious way to deal with me. She told me I would have permission to smoke, even in front of my family and she would even buy my cigarettes if, and only if, i agreed to ONLY smoke the cigarettes she bought for me. Well I agreed and she switched me to Merit Ultra lights, first longs and then the short ones.
When I hit 20 and started to date my DH I noticed everyone in my family who smoked had one kind of cancer or another. So with my new non-smoking fiance helping me out one day I ran out of cigarettes and had no car so I just plain quit. The way I made it through was I replaced my ritual smoking with other things I never did. I made sure to have a glass of OJ in the AM to replace that one, I made sure to have a cup of tea before bed to replace that one. I also ate Lifesavers like a fiend... and the gum, well I gave myself a nice case of TMJ, I can't chew gum anymore. Oh, and for some reason the ritual of boiling water for tea and waiting for it to steep every time I wanted to smoke had a huge calming effect on me. About 90% of the time I'd forget I was making tea and get distracted so there were cold tea ups everywhere, but it worked.
Let me tell you, quitting smoking was the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life. For years my brain would try and trick me into smoking, yes years as in maybe 10. I would have REALLY REAL dreams that I went back to smoking so when I woke up my first thought was, "Well I smoked yesterday, I might as well grab one from my mother this morning". So many times I had to catch myself because the dreams were so real, and plain... nothing out of place, just me hanging out with friends happy and smoking. Just so odd. The dreams are gone but whenever were in a bar or club dancing I miss it a little and find myself leaning in to smell other people's cigarettes.. yep gross, I know.... and it's been 20 years since my last cigarette!
All I can say is I will NEVER EVER EVER pick them up again because I simply do not think I have it in me to quit twice. Nicotine is not to be underestimated as an addictive substance. and my heart goes out to anyone struggling with it.
FYI, it taught me that some people's bodies are just different than others. I had friends who could pick it up and put it down with no trouble... but I was not one of those people. When we were young and drinking the same thing happened, we all drank the same but when we finished school and went on with our lives most of us could stop, but some couldn't. While I won't say I'm glad I smoked I will say it gave me the ability to empathize so I suppose some good came out of it.