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?
That is quite an answer isn’t it?
I have a friend who stopped smoking cold turkey when he realised he “needed” to go out at 11:45pm to get a pack of cigs because he forgot to stop at the store on his way home. He refused to leave his house to go in search of cigs in the middle of the night.