No Regrets, No Quitting

I smoke cigarettes. I smoke cigarettes and I enjoy it. I know they're not the best thing for me, but I also know that they're not quite the super-ultra deathsticks of cancer-doom they're often made out be by those selling quitting aids.

Even considering the dangers — even pretending they're as severe and inevitable as anti-smokers say — what's the point of life without a moderately risky pleasure or two? What gives life its value if it's lived so cautiously that nothing but old age might take it away? Even if I do get cancer (even for a smoker, it's not very likely) I'd rather die of that when I'm sixty, having lived a full and satisfying life, than suffer through deteriorating health over several decades and likely end up dying painfully anyway from an age-related illness.

Tobacco brings me happiness and I refuse to feel bad about it. I refuse to feel guilty, or ashamed, or afraid for this choice that I've made, and as long as I have any choice in the matter, I refuse to consider quitting.
Antitribu Antitribu
18-21
1 Response Jan 7, 2013

Great reasoning! We need more smokers out there like you! Cheers and deep smoke!