Smoking is quickly becoming the most
elaborate past time. What was once a simple exercise in getting your
death sticks out, setting fire to them and then puffing away wherever
the hell you pleased, has now turned into a tedious, and now with it
being winter, incredibly cold event as you stand outside of the pub
that you were warm and socialising in a few short minutes ago, but
have now decided to replace that friendship and comfort with burning
lungs, shivering and an increasing chance of certain death. Not that
you are able to even care about any of this since you're also getting
your delicious injection of nicotine that is clouding your brain into
thinking happy thoughts in what is clearly a not so happy situation.
You wouldn't put yourself through this
for most other things. If I offered people a delicious pie or simply
to watch me play the Playstation 6 (if I was a time traveller), but
on the condition that they had to come outside into the freezing
night air to receive their prize, most if not all people would tell
me to either bring it inside or simply shrug me off as a jackass for
putting myself through such a struggle. But offer someone a little
drag of sweet nicotine and they'll accept the same tedium without a
care in the world.
