Oh yeah, TFA: The pedometer on my phone tells me I walk 2.5+ miles a day... while smoking. My uncle was director of IT for Fortune 20 corp and does the same thing, he swears it is 'his process'. I concur, however, YMMV.
Oh yeah, TFA: The pedometer on my phone tells me I walk 2.5+ miles a day... while smoking. My uncle was director of IT for Fortune 20 corp and does the same thing, he swears it is 'his process'. I concur, however, YMMV.
Everyone does a few dumb things while they are teenagers. A frighteningly large number of teens (esp. here in France) start smoking. Choose something else, please!
It'd probably be better to get pregnant; we'll be here to help you stay in school etc., and having a kid can be quite a difficult commitment for a few years, but gradually gets easier. It will make some things harder in your life, but it won't generally shut many doors.
Starting smoking is a lifelong commitment that will never have a positive payoff beyond "hey a little buzz", has a decent chance of a fucking horrible cost (hello, young people with cancer) if you have the wrong genes, and relatively-horrible costs even if you don't (having a lower quality of life when you're old and dying younger, yes, but also the financial cost is staggering -- the cost of the cigarettes is just a bit of it; you'll pay more for health/homeowners/car/life insurance, everything you own and might re-sell will have lower value, if you start a fire like one of the hundreds of thousands of other smokers who do in any given year, you'll pay for that, etc.).
Or you may quit, and live the possibly-quite-unpleasant life of an addict who has quit their addiction. See above; it can suck intensely, and you will crumble, you will choose "worse life with" vs. "worse life without" and construct flimsy rationalizations around it, but the only winning move is not to play.
I lost two grandparents early to smoking-related illness/cancers, and I have a once-smoking friend who got lung cancer when she was 20, though she's still alive, so I can make sure they won't have any illusions about "the bad outcomes only happen to other people".
[huh, this didn't start as a rant, but it sure is one now.]
My point is, besides the cigs, the marketing department would label me a health nut...6'0" @ 165lbs and still able to carry 80lbs compressors up a ladder or stone a 2000sqft floor when I have off-time from the keyboard. Thanks to the cigs, this witch hunt has made me a 2nd class citizen all the while the majority benevolently deride me while eating big macs, popping 'good' pills to 'manage' their weight problems, idly watching their 'shows' while smoking equivalent fumes in their vehicles everyday.
PS: I had three schoolmates with cancer by 9th grade, none smoked, they just lived in N/W Indiana of which they had no choice(I was a transplant).
Edit: I NEVER smoke indoors, hate the stale cig smell more than most. My nose olfactory senses are still quite acute at 42yo.
I'm 23, and picked up smoking 5 months ago. I smoked heavily during this time period, but quit and went back to my healthy/athletic lifestyle. Stories like yours scare the hell out of me.
Ignore, if you will, the agent orange, forget the smog, forget the crap he ate and his voluminous waistband or the fact that he sat in his chair for 8+hours a day after work and definitely forget the lacquers & paints he inhaled as a gifted cabinet maker for decades. It was the tobacco that killed him, says so on his death certificate.
Nicotine without the volatile smoldering micro particles hitting your lungs.