I’m an on again off again smoker. Now I’m not like those people who only smoke socially or only bum cigarettes off of other people every so often. No, no, no, I’m the type that will smoke a pack a day for a year and then stop cold turkey and not smoke at all for a year.
I started when I was about 15-16 years old and I’ve been smoking on and off again since then. I never say I’m going to quite, just that I’m going to stop. However long I stop or however long I smoke just depends on how I feel. I’ve been smoking again now for just a little over a year. Before that I hadn’t smoked in three years.
I was never good at finding the middle ground of only smoking two or three cigarettes a day. For me it has to be all the time or not at all.
Smoking seems to be going out of fashion. It’s becoming heavily taxed, driving the prices way up. I’d also becoming banned in many cities throughout the US. A lot of nonsmokers also view smokers these days with a certain degree of distaste and disgust. Then of course there are the health reasons that make smoking a bad idea.
I’m a moderate on the issue. My point of view is simple. The health reasons are very real. But I also understand the stress reliving enjoyment of smoking. My father died at age 64 and he was never a smoker. My mother on the other hand is now 66 and has smoked a pack a day for most of her life. She’s very active for her age and doesn’t seem to be effected by it, except in her pocketbook with the increasing prices. My older brother, now in his mid forties has also been a smoker since he was a teenager. A pack or more of Marlboro reds every day. Now he does have health problem. But he’s a recovering alcoholic and his health problems all stem from that. I’m sure the smoking has effect on him, but by comparison the alcohol was the worst of the two on his body.
Both my mother and my brother have been far more consistent with smoking every day for the last several decades where I have been on the off for years at a time.
As much as I understand the health reasons. Seeing that my dad died of a heart attack at age 64, having not been a smoker his whole life, made me realize that in the long run it doesn’t seem to matter. I could go out and get hit by a car tomorrow and the fact that I am a smoker wouldn’t make any difference. The fact that I enjoyed it when I was alive, that would make a difference.
Now I’ve come down with bronchitis, which is a result of the bad cold I got Friday. So I haven’t smoked a cigarette for the last 24 hours. I probably won’t for a few days or more. I may just stop for another year or three. Once you go three days not smoking it’s out of your system. Then it’s all in your head. But if I go back to smoking, then I go back to smoking. So be it.
I guess my point is, live life. That doesn’t mean go out and smoke crack and do all kinds of crazy things. Just live with some degree of moderation, but definitely live. I’m not convinced that the trade off in not doing it for some people is all that great. Some people need the stress relief more then the increased lung capacity.