Does anyone use smoking as a "coping skill"?

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A bong hit is smoking with a water pipe, mine is a nice glass 2 footer.
I would estimate 6-9 bong hits per gram.
And I smoke only the most potent available. As I live in Southern California the weed here is very strong. I used to grow my own usually, otherwise the cost can be prohibitive.

How many days until 2008?

thanks - that sounds a little heavier that the way i smoke - which is to roll pure, stubbing it out between 1-2cm hits. Sometimes ill dust it with ice-hash which requires extreme caution - a bit of a reckless method really, but ive never been a fan of pipes (dont like the thought of inhaling spent butane)



jewish, christian or chinese
maybe its 2008 already

As far as tobacco goes (and psychological addiction in general) there is a world of difference between 'giving up' and 'stopping'.
'Giving up' can take many years of being pushed & pulled between opposing forces. 'Stopping' happens in an instant.

Therein lies the secret to permanent and resolute abstinence imo.

I never even wanted to smoke. I could never get past the stinkiness.

I tryed smoking cigs at the bar, or outside i should say cause everyone else was smoking them, i must say i never could understand how anybody could smoke them, i smoekd, in my lifetime about 2 packs worth of cigs and they were sooo gross the very thought of smokeing them makes me sick, i suppose everyone is different tho.

I smoked weed for many years to fit in, it was a social crutch, so whenever i needed to chill out at a party, or gathering, or just with a friend or 2, i would bring weed and we would smoke, it would chill me out and allow me to get everyone stoned so hopefully i would make more friends or look cool in others eyes for blazin um up, heh.

I realize now pot makes me at least stupid, forgetful and I fear drain bramage and loss of my percious memories which i wanna take with me to the grave because they mean everything to me, without my memories i have no past...

Smoked cigarettes from the time I was 14 to the time I was 24. Always hated it. Actually, and I'm not joking when I say this, I VEHEMENTLY hated the smell of the cigarettes I was always surrounded by and one day I asked my mother how she could stand it. She told me that when you smoke you get used to it and it doesn't bother you anymore. So I started smoking. I was just screwing around, but in no time I was addicted. I always wanted to quit. Then I found myself pregnant (at 24) and I did quit. I've never touched another cigarette since and I couldn't be happier. I no longer smell like an ashtray, wonder if I put out my last cigarette, or have to spend tons of money on a filthy habit that is killing me.

My best advice is this: just decide to quit and do it. No "just one more", because you can just-one-more yourself the rest of your life. I was literally sitting on my front porch one day (no smoking in the house) and thought, "this could be my last cigarette". And I thought, "okay, one more hit"...then I realized what I was doing. I decided, "this IS my last cigarette, and I'm done NOW." I threw it into the yard and was done. I kept one in a pack in the drawer in the living room...it made me feel...safe. Like one was there if I needed it, I didn't have to go buy a whole new pack, and I wasn't technically all out either. A few months later I gave my husband the delight of letting him flush it! lol

It can be done.

I smoke and I definitely believe it's a coping mechanism. I don't like that I do and I know I either have emphysema, asthma or copd and I still keep smoking. It stinks and it's stupid but it's how I cope. I've actually been thinking a lot here lately about going ahead and quitting and just exercise....a lot, to try and fill the void. I think I need to or I'm going to be very sorry in the near future if I don't.