I've been thinking obsessively about those damned Juuls ever since I saw them at the store. I won't buy them, of course, but it's just another reminder that once an addict, always an addict. I have almost 8 months of freedom behind me, and yet I can feel the pull toward that nicotine.
I mean, I am very glad not to be smoking or vaping anymore. I am thrilled not to be enslaved by nicotine, and I do not want to re-enslave myself. And even though that's all true, it's still hard to see my favorite nicotine delivery system within easy reach.
I can see other people smoking and feel nothing but pity for them. I look forward to the day I can say the same about those damned Juuls.
The Promise of Vaping and the Rise of Juul | The New Yorker
