Hmmmmmm.....
Tiff, I went through something a little similar to what it sounds like you are doing.
I had lunch with some business partners. After we had eaten, my colleague excused herself to go out and smoke. One of the business partners went too.
I didn't know you smoked I remarked on his return. I don't, he replied. He explained that once his wife got pregnant he quit. Now and again though he would have one. I explored this with him and as far as I could ascertain he had been carrying on this way for years and was genuinely not addicted. He could go weeks without smoking. Perhaps it is a neural pathway thing, perhaps it is a frame of mind thing. "If only I could do that" I whined to myself. For a while I was pining. Part of my brain was trying to work out how to become the occasional smoker...
But then....
Why?
If we assume that you and I can meet up and have one cigarette each.
Why would we?
1. So that we could stink like an ashtray? Just find an ashtray breath deep, and then rub the ash into your hair and face.
2. To feel that 'hit' in the throat? Stick your head in a fireplace and breathe deep.
3. To feel a bit dizzy and sick like we did when we first started? Go on a rollercoaster.
4. To be one of the gang? Look...everyone is quitting.
It's all nonsense.
A little part of my brain still believed that cigarettes had magical powers and in some undescribed way, made me feel better. Some part of me somewhere.....is AN ADDICT.
A cigarette will do nothing for me. That's the truth.
It would do nothing for you either Tiff.