The worst anti-smoking-fascists are the x-smokers, Anyone ever notice that? I quit 3 weeks ago, then the whole family caught a nice bout of pnuemonia. What a stroke of luck! I was completely dis-interested in smoking during the period of the worst withdrawl.
Smokers are far more social, I’ll miss that. I’ll miss how it relaxes me when I’m stressed. I’ll miss it when bowling or golfing, when I have to wait in between the action. I’ll miss it so many other ways.
On the plus side, I washed my shirt in Mountain Spring Tide, and I can still smell it, and it’s almost 4.
I like the taste of a fine cigar. Especially while outside in my hot tub. I can stare at the stars and contemplate things, puffing away to my hearts content, far removed from any anti smoking freaks.
I smoke. I love it. I started smoking at age 17, basically because of the following reasons:
-both of my parents smoked
-many of my friends at the time smoked
-I was experimenting with social rebellion
-I thought I would be cool, sophisticated and mature
Now these are all really stupid reasons to do anything, let alone begin what will likely be a life-long and physically damaging habit.
But I just like to smoke. I can’t help it. I like the taste, (menthol) I like the smell. Yes, I actually like the smell.
I know this is bad for me. I know I am addicted, and I knew from the first cigarette I ever smoked that I would become addicted. But I did it anyway. Because no matter what I do, how often I exercise, or watch my weight, or get my vaccinations, I am still going to die. So I may as well enjoy it.
And the years of life I will lose from smoking are those at the end- the effects of smoking are cumulative, as opposed to the risk faced by other breeds of drug-takers. It takes many years, and many cigarettes before irreversible damage is done.
Now, I have quit smoking. I quit for two years. And then I went back. Because I love it. I love being able to make instant friends while going out for a smoke break. I love the unspoken communication of the simple act of smoking. And I will persist in doing this terrible thing because I refuse to be told by any authority figure what is best for me. And I’m a little sick of people screaming at me about smoking. For instance, I hate alcohol. The smell of a can of beer is about the most disgusting thing in the world to me. It makes me physically ill. And alcohol is hardly the most healthful thing you can put in your body. But I would never lecture anyone about the dangers of social drinking. I would never make faces at someone having a glass of wine in a restaurant, or ask them to stop drinking in front of me. I disapprove of it, but it’s not my business what you do with your body.
People are always going to do things other people dislike. You need to pick your battles in this regard.
As someone who smoked, but quit, I have this to say: I cannot possibly criticize anyone for smoking (unless they are taking a drag and then exhaling straight into my lungs. That’s just rude.) I know how damnably seductive it is, how cool it is to make friends on a smoke break, how cool you feel when you take a haul, the buzz from a cigarette if you smoke only once in a while. Once you’ve experienced all that, you can’t really condemn smokers. We’re only fucking human, after all. A rational cost-benefit analysis is sometimes just impossible.
Though maybe this is just the exams–and the resultant (but thus far unindulged) cravings–talking.
Although addictive, I reckon Smoking is a great socialiser. When I started college the Hour long breaks would go on forever, so to pass the time, I would smoke 3 cigs at a time. I made(some) friends through this, I’m not much of a talker in the real world,so to compensate I would smoke.
I can’t afford retirement myself. So if I smoke I figure I’ll be taking a dirt nap a couple of years after I retire.I should have enough funds to last me that long at least.
Knowing my luck though they’ll probably have a cure for lung cancer by then and I’ll have to die in poverty anyway.
Man I need a cig! {lights up and blows smoke in everybody’s face} ** cough cough whease**
I knew when I got to the point of having to have two or three cigs during masturbation that one of them had to go, as I was doing both of them with my right hand and the flying sparks were pretty in the dark, but sometimes very painful. Not to mention the fire hazard…
I tried to give up masturbation but soon found myself the object of whispering campaigns in the smoking sections of restaurants as sparks and smoke billowed up from under the table cloth and sometimes the covering would go up in flames, entailing hasty zipping up in the midst of embarrassing finger pointing.
So I gave up smoking, and took up tea and relish. This activates my gag reflex, but effectively takes my mind off, well, almost everything.