Well...have been screwing up my lungs for quite sometime now; lying to people and having the not-so-occasional smoke every now and then. There have been many questions asked and none answered even though they often intrigued me, made me scratch my head a couple of times... eventually ending in the nonchalant dissing.
The questions were genuine though:
1. Why do u smoke?
(Ans. ummmm)
2. Don't you know a single smoke takes out 11 minutes of ur life?
(Ans. Yes i do. Your point being?)
3. What fun is it to smoke when it has no flavour?
(Ans. ummm...)
Fellow smokers would try and answer- flatter their egos in the process and end up justifying the whole thing. But seriously...what's the point?
No genuine answers...only the go-away's and the quit bothering me's. Millions of promises made and broken in a jiffy- and it takes me 4 years to realise that I don't know why I wield the flaming stick in my hand all the time.
So from this point of time... I QUIT !! (even though for the umpteenth time...but still a try)
I just pray that this attempt would help save my lungs...though i don't know if they are fine as of this moment.
So from this point of time... I QUIT !! (even though for the umpteenth time...but still a try)
I just pray that this attempt would help save my lungs...though i don't know if they are fine as of this moment.
