Snuff movies
Saturday, August 7th, 2004 12:01 amAlthough my nicotine cravings have been steadily decreasing, today I had several big ones. I have a tin of snuff on hand, rather like AA members keep a bottle of booze in the house. First stage - I opened the tin and smelt the snuff. Actually, it smelt rather disappointing. I can see how the smell of a fine wine or a good single malt might drag someone of the wagon, but snuff didn't do it, so it was back to my Buffy DVD.
Second stage - I went downstairs to get some more of that good old Black Bush (you don't expect me to give up all addictive substances at the same time, do you?). Coming back, I get hit by a 6.3 craving on the Marlboro scale. I take a pinch of snuff, put it in that sexy little crease between my fingers and raise it to my nose.
I stop, and dash it away (actually, that's an exaggeration - I put it carefully back in the tin, as wouldn't want to get snuff all over the place). Now comes the point that gives me cause for concern. I have no problems with the idea that when avoiding a substance which some psychologists have reckoned is almost as addictive as heroin, I might occasionally be tempted to indulge in it. I'm giving up smoking because I think it might be good for my health - it's not like I've taken a Magickal Oath or anything. No, what worried me was the feeling I got when I dashed - OK, carefully wiped - the snuff away.
I felt a triumph of the will. I don't mean nice Thelemite "Every man and every woman is a star" True Will kind of thing, I mean Leni Riefenstahl. For a few milliseconds, I actually felt superior to all those degenerateJewish Bolshevik Slavic Homosexual nicotine addicts.
I will take some snuff. Not because I want to now (the craving passed some time ago) but because pride destroys compassion. I could go on about my ambivalent attitude to compassion, but it is enough to say that for me it the reverse of nicoteine: something I hate but value, as opposed to something I love but do not value. It's a bummer, because it will set back my detoxification by a few days, but it is better than feeling self-righteous.
Then it's back to some righteous Buffy!
Second stage - I went downstairs to get some more of that good old Black Bush (you don't expect me to give up all addictive substances at the same time, do you?). Coming back, I get hit by a 6.3 craving on the Marlboro scale. I take a pinch of snuff, put it in that sexy little crease between my fingers and raise it to my nose.
I stop, and dash it away (actually, that's an exaggeration - I put it carefully back in the tin, as wouldn't want to get snuff all over the place). Now comes the point that gives me cause for concern. I have no problems with the idea that when avoiding a substance which some psychologists have reckoned is almost as addictive as heroin, I might occasionally be tempted to indulge in it. I'm giving up smoking because I think it might be good for my health - it's not like I've taken a Magickal Oath or anything. No, what worried me was the feeling I got when I dashed - OK, carefully wiped - the snuff away.
I felt a triumph of the will. I don't mean nice Thelemite "Every man and every woman is a star" True Will kind of thing, I mean Leni Riefenstahl. For a few milliseconds, I actually felt superior to all those degenerate
I will take some snuff. Not because I want to now (the craving passed some time ago) but because pride destroys compassion. I could go on about my ambivalent attitude to compassion, but it is enough to say that for me it the reverse of nicoteine: something I hate but value, as opposed to something I love but do not value. It's a bummer, because it will set back my detoxification by a few days, but it is better than feeling self-righteous.
Then it's back to some righteous Buffy!