I am not a smoker; never have been; never will be – especially after watching my father smoke his entire life. I don’t consider myself the preachy sort, but smoking brings out the soapbox side of me – there’s nothing like second-hand smoke to make you want to get up on a pulpit and list the multitude of wretched ways the habit could kill you.
So today, when I casually (not!) reminded a friend that he had had every intention of kicking the habit after Easter…no, wait…Carnival…my bad…Christmas! – I was actually at a loss for words when he got right down to brass tacks and told me why he still sneaks a pack (or two!) a day:
It makes me less socially volatile.
Now, really…who can argue with that?
