Most of my family and friends, regardless of whether they agree with me, consider me an intellectual. They've always regarded me as smart, and I often find them praising statements that I've made. If I could become anything, my dream would be to one day be equated to historical figures like Friedrich Nietzsche. But I doubt, even as the aspiring writer that I am, that it will ever happen. Still, people consider me to be intelligent, so...
Why the hell do I smoke cigarettes?
I am well-aware of the long-term ramifications of smoking cigarettes. I know that they could kill me. I know they could seriously screw me up. So, then, why would an intelligent person ever smoke them?
Hell, I don't know. I'm smoking one as I write this.
With the mentality that I have not deliberately developed being in the state that it is, my mind ventures into unnecessary and unpleasant tangents all the time. It's part of being a writer. Smoking cigarettes sometimes supplements that. Sometimes they serve as a tool of relaxation. It's just a part of me.
Maybe the reason you smoke is because of that last line: "It's just a part of me." Do our habits really define who we are? Are habits, unavoidable, or malleable things to be gained and discarded by the real "us"? I think the latter.
ReplyDeleteCigarettes are a lifestyle choice that you have made, and while some may disagree with it, it is not their decision to make. You are aware of the effects of smoking and have the right to do whatever you want to you body H3
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