Waverlywoods...you could be 100% right...
...When I look back at my early drinking days, I remember occasionally feeling that I wanted to be 'drunk', now, immediately...especially when I was angry about something.
It didn't happen often, and I seldom followed the compulsion, but I sometimes felt the same about cigarettes and junk food.
We usually lived in old houses when I was a kid as did the kids I went to school with. I wouldn't be surprised that we contacted many kinds of mould.
And, I was born in the 1930's when they were experimenting with substances in the water, and our food, etc.
I know I've read that there is even chocolate in cigs.
Watching a row of well-dressed corporate executives sitting in court and each declaring, in turn, that smoking cigarettes is NOT addictive, was one of the most hilarious moments of my life.
Still, quitting a fifty-year habit, a year and half ago, just before a stroke, was remarkably easy. I want a cig, often, since...but I've learned to wait about five minutes, going on with whatever else is at hand. ...And I forget.
The desire for a cigarette is NOT cumulative. One doesn't go nuts and start climbing the drapes.
:)
It is the same, for me, with
Sugar and sweets, plants of the nightshade family (white potatoes, sweet peppers, tomatoes, eggplant, tobacco), pasta, processed, and all the other foods I've given up. It is a walk in the park, so far.
I've learned that many, many things we consider to be 'normal', aren't. Many, if not all, are only desired as the results of methods of marketing...period!
For example, look at the color of flowing chocolate in TV advertising these days...
...That's cocoa watered down with milk. Why? ...Because cocoa is too expensive to spread freely around...even if it is now harvested by children.
Heaven forbid we should expect DARK chocolate!
It's the same with every commodity...lower the value and raise the price. The practice is thought to be 'good business'.
Fiddlesticks!
Darn trouble is having to figure things out for oneself. We are often too soon old and too late smart.
Keep going, my friend...question and wonder.
Many thanks.
Fledgling