When I stopped smoking, I had one new pack. My son drew a face on it with markers. I gave the pack a name. In the first week, I had some "serious" talks with that pack of cigarettes about how horrible it was making my life. I know that seems silly, but i was having a debate with myself. Which seemed to be the case in the second week as well. I planned on throwing that pack away on new years eve, but I still didn't do it. I was playing a "game" with myself, because I still couldn't really believe that I was a NON smoker.
I took those cigarettes and I put them in a bowl, wet them, and threw them away.
It seems so stupid now to have kept that pack of cigarettes. I was doing just as you said. I was telling myself that I was "better" or "stronger" than they were. I was having a "arguement" with those cigarettes.
I am happy to say that I threw them out of my house today.
Such ends the fight.