I went to a hypnotist

Yep, that's right. You heard me. I went to a hypnotist. To quit smoking. To be perfectly honest the whole thing was a little disappointing. Sure, I haven't had a cigarrette since I went. Sure, my cravings are less frequent and less intense than previous attempts to quit cold turkey ever were. And yes, for the first time in my adult life I honestly feel like I'm never gonna smoke again and instead of feeling dread and anxiety at that thought, as I have before, I feel genuinely ok with it. All that being said, I still can't seem to shake the idea that the hypnotist experience was a bit of a rip-off.
See, the thing is, I went twice, ok? Two times. Which means I spent, you know, a few hours with the hypnotist. That also translates to TWO times of being under the hypnotists spell, or hypnosis, whatever. Look, the goddamn point is, not one time, NOT ONCE, did I come back to life, snap out of hypnosis, whatever, with my pants unbuttoned!!! I mean, what's wrong with me? Am I not hot enough? Did I not send the right message? I mean, I felt like I was clear that I'd be ok with the hypnotist being less than moral. I mean, looking at the hypnotist and flat saying, "Hey, you know, if you wanna be less than moral, that's cool with me," pretty much lays it out, right? Christ, what do you gotta do in today's world to be taken advantage of?!?!?!?! Anyway, overall I'm sure hypnotism works, but does it?.......Does it?.....