Just a guy. Totally lost and confused, and not socially adjusted enough not to say it out loud.

Street Philosopher, Massage Therapist, Secular Exorcist, Notorious Menace, Public Enemy, and a Great Friend to some.

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  • You’re no fun at all.

    You talk about it like it’s such a big problem. It’s just a slightly harmful addiction. And if there’s no danger, where’s the fun? All the good things in life are at least slightly dangerous or harmful. Drugs, acohol, partying, sex, traveling, even sports and recreational activities. I am aware of the harm, and fine with it. I could spend my life thinking about preserving it, eating healthy, going to the gym, watching my hormone levels and nutrition. But that would be hell. Why live for a long time if every minute of that life is spent worrying about it ending? Why worry? Taking calculated risks is a part of life. The pitfall is not knowing the risk and still taking it.

    Or at least that’s how I see it.

    My feelings have little to nothing to do with my state of mind. I can feel no joy in life and know that it is worth living. I don’t need a therapist. All the “Mental Health Professionals” I worked with were unable to handle me. So what? I don’t have my shit together, and I probably never will. Why should I pretend that THIS is the part of life I should worry about? I have bigger problems than quitting smoking or being happy. For now, it’s an unhealthy coping mechanism, and I’m fine with it.

    But, you know, thanks for the motivational speech and all. 👍


  • Do you really want to have a discussion about that? Because I am more than happy to explain my reasoning.

    The biological body has the capacity to regenerate and self clean. If you live in a place with lots of smog, that’s the equivalant of smoking cigarettes. It’s like with any harmful thing, moderation is the key. If I smoke up to 5 cigarettes a day and live in a place with little to no smog, I’m much less likely to suffer adverse effects to my lungs and throat than not smoking at all and living in a place with lots of smog.

    In addition, I suspect I have some genetic immunity. My great grandfather smoked more than a pack a day for decades, and he lived to like 95 years old.

    Now, about the lung self-cleaning thing. As cells divide, new cells take their place, and old cells are either metabolised by the body or shed off like skin. Inside your lungs, tissue that’s damaged by smoking can be healed, as long as it isn’t too severe. Aside from that, lungs secrete mucus when irritated, which is then expelled along with the irritant (in most cases. Things like asbestos and fiberglass just stay in there). Through this natural process, the lungs clean themselves from the inside. As long as the rate of intake of the irritant does not exceed tha capacity for the lungs to expell that irritant, the situation doesn’t get worse.

    That is my reasoning. Feel free to give me your take.





  • So it’s nothing new. I was hoping for something new.

    I could just quit cold turkey. I have that type of mental fortitude. But smoking is literally one of the… I think three joys that I have in my life. So I’m a bit apprehensive about giving up one of the few things that makes me less miserable.

    And before you ask, all of my “joys of life” can be classified as addictions.

    Maybe that’s the problem… I literally have nothing that makes me happy and is healhy. I’ll look into that. Thanks for making me think about it.