It is astoudingly stupid to take up smoking. Teens, who do not yet have the cognitive skills to understand the long-term effects get something of a bye, but only barely, and only until the reach the age of abstract thinking, about 20 yrs or so.
If you are an adult who takes it up or continues, I seriously question your intelligence. In fact, I take it as prima facie evidence of a basic inability to understand cause and effect; of prima facie evidence of a fundamental intellectual or emotional defect.
Smoking killed my grandfather at 53. Destroyed another grandfather’s ability to walk for the last twenty years of his life, thanks to emphesema. My grandmother was on oxygen for the last 15 years of her life and was miserable as a result of her forced immobility (she loved to cook and entertain. Coffin nails stole her greatest joys from her.) My father has had two different cancers, both linked to smoking. His best friend died at 42, riddled with metastasized lung cancer, leaving three children w/o a father. His last best friend died riddled with cancer- mid fifties. A great uncle lost his voicebox. A cousin, his lower jaw (chewing tobacco). All of this misery on both the smokers and those of us who don’t (I’m sick of funerals and slowly watching someone die a painful and horrible death. I hate dreading every phone call from my parents, wondering if this is the one that they tell me the cancer will kill my father has at last hit.
So, if you are a smoker, you are either too stupid to understand the misery and anguish you will put upon yourself, and your family, or you are too egotistical to care about the anguish you will cause yourself and everyone who loves you.
I hate smoking. H A T E smoking. I don’t care if it’s hard. STOP. I want my memories of my grandparents to be happy and joyful, of shared experiences, not of them wasted away down to 90 pounds, dying, delirious from cancer, or of twenty years of gasping for every breath. I want to go fishing with them; I want to build something in their workshops, I want grandma’s vegetable soup.
I don’t want the memory of my father crying over two men he loved like brothers. Seeing your father’s heart break is horrid. I’d like to be able to talk to my cousin. I bet his wife and son wish the same thing.
H**l yeah I’m angry.
All of this misery was inflicted by people who willingly, knowing the dangers, smoked. If that ain’t stupid, I don’t know what is.