They held their cigarettes awkwardly, toked the butts tentatively, guarding against a cough, not quite liking the strange taste of the drug. As I passed, I wanted to say "You know it's going to be very hard to quit that later, and it's likely to cause you a lot of pain and unhappiness." But I didn't. I remember that didn't mean anything to me when I started smoking, at roughly their age, in roughly the same way. Either you're going to smoke or not, and either you're going to stop or not, and someone telling you something can make a difference, but not under those circumstances. So I didn't say anything.
Its damn hard. I'm three weeks without smoking, and yesterday night I gave in to the urge and had a smoke!!! Damn... but that does not mean that I am giving up. So even though it feels like I'm starting from scratch after yesterday night I am going to keep on going.
