Originally Posted by The Batlord

How I'll feel in tears years or so, I can't say, but I love cigarettes. I've got asthma, which isn't at all helped, but it's an issue I'm willing to put up with for my precious smokes. I love that feeling of needing a smoke, and having one. You get that itch, and you know that all you have to do to scratch is to reach in your pocket and pull one out. I wouldn't get that craving if I didn't smoke, but I also wouldn't appreciate happiness if it wasn't for sadness.

Besides, as far as I'm concerned, living as long as I possibly can shouldn't be my primary concern. Enjoying the time I do have should. So, I'll gladly trade a few years to do something that makes me happy. In fact I kind of like the self-destructive nature of smoking. So many people are running themselves ragged, just to be "healthy". Literally running themselves ragged, eating inferior "reduced fat" foods, plastic surgery, worrying about saturated fats and real sugar and red meat and gluten and god knows what else, all to squeeze just a few more years out of an existence that they're making less desirable because of it. But not me. I'm actively shortening my life. Every cig I light up is like a middle finger to societal common sense, and this pleases me.