Ex-smokers sometimes create a fantasy about what smoking again would be like. "It would be so great to sit on my boat, feel the breeze, watch the sunset, and smoke a cigarette."
The problem is that when you actually smoke-it ain't so beautiful. Shortly after lighting up, the fantasy evaorates, and you are left with a bad taste in your mouth, a feeling of fear and self-reproach, deep regret that you smoked.
I can sit in a boat and smoke if I want to. But would it reallhy be so great? How would I really feel? And would it end there?