'cause I can?
Friends got me into smoking after they got me into drinking. I used to oppose that sort of thing because I cared about my body and such, but I stopped caring a year and a bit back. I smoke, I drink, and I've started eating healthy.
Yeah, that last one seems weird, but I've never liked healthy food. Always 90% sugar in my diet. And fat. And meat. Now I actually enjoy eating healthy too, and find it tastes nicer than it used to.
But basically, why do I drink, smoke and not give a crap about what happens to my body?
'cause its fun in a social way, I don't hate the feeling/taste, and I'd rather live fewer, more enjoyable years than more, less enjoyable ones. I don't want to end up like my great grandfather, who spent 3 years from 84-87 years old lying in bed, unable to do anything except roll himself out in an attempt to kill himself each morning 'cause life was just shit when you can't do anything 'cause it might kill you. That is the worst possible way to... exist I can think of. My Nanna's friend on the other side of my family, however, was a heavy smoker and drinker. A few years back he died of emphysema. Until then he was smoking several packs a day, drinking often, eating purely ice cream [Seriously, that was all he ever ate. A McDonald's ice cream sunday for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and just the one. We all wonder how he survived as long as he did like that...] and you know what? He enjoyed life. He was out doing what he wanted to do. He died at the age of 65, and he spent 3 months in hospital before that. Its still not perfect, but he did what he wanted, and enjoyed life until he couldn't any longer, and then he spent 3 months - not 3 years, 3 months - in hospital before dying. Less time in torture, more time enjoying himself.
I smoke because I want to. Its not necessarily my goal to die early, but I don't care if I do. The consequences don't bother me, and at times I have a reason to smoke. Hence, I smoke.