Hristo Tzonkov said:
SleepyChan said:
Since I only recently started smoking, I'll try to give you an answer.
My mom died last June. It was brain cancer, it was at home, and I was her caretaker (I was 21, BTW). My family has since crumbled, my life is horribly pathetic, and I was teetering on the edge of a massive bout of depression. So, one day I decided that I wasn't going to make up excuses for not doing the things I may have wanted to do in the past. I've lived my life as a bit of a goody-goody, you see. So I told my best friend over dinner that I wanted to smoke. Simply put, I wanted to give my life a jump-start. So she bought me my first pack (American Spirits, orange case) and lighter. Then we smoked down on the waterfront under the full moon. It was the most liberating moment of my life.
At this point, many people might point out that this is a stupid reason to start smoking. They'd bring up cancer, stigmas, and the other downsides to such a habit. But really, they'd be missing my point. I'm not smoking to fit in. I'm not smoking to escape from my problems. I'm not even smoking because I particularly like it.
I smoke now because I am free to do so. I smoke because for each small puff of smoke that enters my lungs, I'm taking a new and different look at my life and the way I've lived it. With each cigarette, I stop and enjoy life. I listen to the world around me and appreciate the small things. I live. And yes, some small, dark part of me feels that each smoke may someday lead my back to my beloved mother, whom I miss dearly. It's delusional, but there you go.
Sorry if this seems too poetical or full of bullshit. I am what I am, and I enjoy the occasional smoke. I hope this answers your question?
I had a similar sensation when I started smoking but it involved rebelling with my own parents who enforced a lifestyle on me so I wouldn't mimic their own mistakes.I know it's not really the same but I remember the feeling back then when I started doing things I was always afraid to do so I'd be a goody-goody.Starting with a smoke.
I can almost understand why non smokers are such bigots.Hell people you've had to live all your life resisting silly urges to try something when your entire society says it's bad.Hell if you're gonna live it that way then you must make every smoker's life hell for that.Just to feel better about your free of addiction lives.The analogy of vegetarians comes to mind.I like my meat and I like my smokes.I damn well love my addictions and I'm not giving up on them.
It's nice to hear someone understands.
I've read past this post now, and I'm seeing a lot of people state that they just wanted to to try it, or that they didn't really care about the side effects. It's interesting that the people who rant against smokers and those that dabble always seem to say that we don't really know or understand the consequences...the risks.
Well, some of us do. As I mentioned earlier, the catalyst for my starting was my mother's death. I saw for myself the horror that is cancer. I woke up each morning to see her breathing become more labored, more painful. I saw firsthand what was happening inside, and it killed me. And yet, I put myself at risk of the same fate. I know it. I embrace it. Does it make me selfish? Perhaps. But do NOT claim that people like me don't understand.
I was a CNA after high-school. Many of my residents died of life-long smoking related illnesses. I know what it looks like, smells like, and ends like. I am not ignorant. I am simply at a place in my life where death simply does not frighten me like it did before that morning when I checked for my mother's pulse and found none.
Beyond that, I also go out of my way not to let the rare smoke I might have bother anyone. I smoke alone, and secluded. I maintain proper hygiene in an effort to to remain a very private smoker. No one in my life knows I smoke, save for the one who first bought me that first pack.
I'm rambling now, but I guess hearing people rant in such a self-righteous manner gets my dander up. Go figure. :/