I love cigarettes and I love smoking them. Just typing that sentence out caused me to shake a little bit; not due to a nicotine fit, but because it’s become so taboo to admit to not only smoking cigarettes, but enjoying them. And I do. I know it’s probably going to lead to my death (although in all due honesty, my diet is probably not going to help this out), but you know what? So be it. Cancer sucks, cancer is terrible, but even when I’m on my deathbed hooked up to an oxygen tank, I will not besmirch the good name of tobacco. Additives or not, addiction or not, the simple fact is…I ENJOY MY HABIT.
All of you fellow smokers, don’t be afraid to say it. They may have pushed us out to the streets and people may walk by you and sneer, but their negative feelings towards you should not deter you. If you like to smoke, keep doing it. If you honestly one hundred percent want to quit—that means quitting for YOU and not from outside peer pressure—then by all means do it, I’m not going to judge you. Just do me a favor and don’t give those very same looks/smug lectures that you were once a victim of receiving. Deal? DEAL.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I got a carton of Marlboro 72′s that beckon to me.