Perhaps they are, like me, still struggling with the existential dilemma? I've smoked for a couple years, tried to quit a couple times, and come back every time. Apart from the fact that the withdrawals are difficult and make me really depressed, I just love smoking. It always makes me think of that TS Elliot poemDaystar Clarion said:Both my parents smoke.
They used to point out how I was 'wasting money' on video games.
I pointed out how ironic that was.
They haven't said it since
OT: No, I do not smoke. I can't for the life of me fathom why someone would pay to kill themselves slowly. It's much quicker and cheaper to jump in a lake![]()
Which is to say that we will all die some day, and for a smoker like myself there is this struggle between the desire to live longer, and the realization that if I don't do the things I like to do with my life, then I'm already dead. One could of course make the perfectly valid argument that I could find any number of other things that I love which won't slowly kill me. And they'd be right. But they also don't know the joys of that first smoke of the day.T.S. Elliot said:The whole world is a hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionaire.
Wherein, should we do well,
we will die of the absolute parental care,
that will not leave us,
But prevents us everywhere.
Chances are neither of us is right.