||[Sep. 27th, 2007|02:48 pm]
|||||Jenny Lewis - Handle With Care||]|
I'm really glad I don't have a missing leg or a dead parent or nervous tick or care about love or anything. I never really knew why a lot of people smoked cigarettes until a few years ago when I connected the dots. Of course not everyone, but to many people nicotine is a release. It relieves stress or something. I can't count the number of times I've been present for drama going down, and then a person will walk off and smoke. I don't have anything against smoking, because how are they harming others? Besides parents and stuff, how does a a single guy/girl harm anyone else besides themselves? If they are polite enough to not smoke around their peers who dislike it, then I don't see any reason why they can't smoke. There are even people that really do need cigarettes to survive. Like David Sedaris... I lost my train of thought.
Anywho, the reason I've been thinking about this is because I really like cigars, but hate cigarettes. I have a pack in my room, and every two months or so I try to smoke one, just to remind myself how much I hate them. The whole breathing-in-smoke thing just grosses me out. I felt like my body was instantly rotting or something. I even stripped down to my boxers first, because I hate smelling ashy.
I don't know, I just think it's really funny that I have to prove to myself that I hate something.