Scheherazade wrote:
I wish I was a smoker. Not really and yet really, all at the same time. Social escape excuse and also a good way to work up conversation with moderately interesting people.
Taking up smoking when I was 15 changed my life, for good and bad reasons... Smoking brought me into a different social group at school. I wasnt fitting in to my old group at that time... There was a whole butterfly effect that I believe started from smoking. I believe it led to my first girlfriend, she wasn't a smoker, but we met through a smoker friend of mine, that girlfriend influenced my decision to defer uni for 12 months. In which time I decided to do another uni course, so I could be closer to her. Then we broke up a couple of years later and I went through an emotional roller coaster which caused me to struggle at uni, so I decided I needed a new outlook on life and quit uni and started my plumbing apprenticeship. Which is where I am now.
But smoking is also killing me

I smoke about 25 - 30 cigarettes a day, or 50 in one night if I'm at a party or something. Which is way too much. I cough up crap in the morning, my breathing capacity is reduced and some days I get very puffed at work. So I think it might be time to quit.