Today I went for a hypnosis consultation. I was originally going to get the consultation and a short trial session but I had a lot of questions and there wasn’t enough time to do a longer session (which costs the same but works better for smokers) as well.
Which is fine. I am happy I got to talk to the hypnotist for a good while. She was surprised at how much research I had done. She seemed quite knowledgeable plus she gets points for making me feel like a million bucks without even putting me in a trance.
Non-Kreskin-Like Woman: So how long have you been smoking?
Me: 25 years or so.
NKLW: Um, how long?
Me: 25 years I guess. Since I was a teenager — 14 or 15.
NKLK: (Looks at my info sheet )… how old are you?
Me: I’m 40.
NKLW: Wow. Some people look younger than their age. I mean I’m almost 40 and I can pass for my early 30s (she could) but you look like you are in your 20s. (I have not been told this before — usually I get 5 or so years younger — but I took it well.)
Me: (Floating without the benefit of hypnosis) Genes, I guess. Plus, I use an anti-aging skin cream that really is magical.
I know it’s sickening that I took such delight in this exchange. It’s not an accomplishment — it’s nothing I did. It really is genes and good luck.
I need more good luck for this hypnosis to work. It’s expensive but I’m going to give it a try. I’ve spent as much money on stupid things. Quitting is one of the smarting things I can do.