I have smoked since 14 years old, thoroughly and constantly began years at 16. With one pregnancy break, I smoke for 30 years in total. I am 44 years old. Until the age of 30 I enjoyed the process, from 30 to 40 I already smoke on the machine, without pleasure. You smoke and infuriate yourself that you cannot cope when all your friends have already left. My head constantly hurts, you get nervous, this stench (taking into account the fact that I am an avid smoker, I have never tolerated the smell of tobacco). It was always a shame, perhaps, for this habit, but there was not enough strength to refuse! I understand that for some employers and for some men this is a significant disadvantage and it is easier for them not to mess with a woman who smokes (employee smoker). Perhaps that is why some relationships (work) did not start. In general, in recent years there has been a tendency in any new acquaintances: you smoke -50 from the impression. It looks both frivolous and marginal. I especially regretted this habit in public places: theaters, cinema, beaches, restaurants, large shops, airplanes ... I envied non-smokers in the ability to enjoy themselves without cigarettes. I understood that no replacement, no dose reduction - nothing would help, only a complete refusal. Smokers understand. I quit a month ago. I went to the dentist, gave a lot of money for implants, realized that I would ruin everything with cigarettes again, freaked out and stopped smoking. Week suffered. I can't say that I have become happier and I really enjoy every second without cigarettes .. I have refreshed, I began to feel better, yes. But it's boring, it is. And this can be a trigger. You look at the smokers on the street and you regret something. Poor fellows .. The same as I was once. Therefore, I do not promise ..
We can say that the summer camp near Novorossiysk completely changed my life, I was 14 then. Before that I dabbled a couple of times. At the age of 13, we ran with the boys on a burning field, then someone thought of picking off the smoldering cane stalks and lighting them, I also tried it then. Although the taste and smell were unimportant, I really liked the very form of smoking, drawing in, blowing out smoke. Since then I dabbled in tea a couple of times, made rolls from ordinary sheets of paper, filled them with tea bags and lit them. The stench was incredible, but somehow I liked this occupation. But I was afraid to try cigarettes, I thought that something terrible would happen to my body, I was afraid that there would be a strong cough, I was afraid that an addiction would appear. In general, I was afraid of everything. But for the time being.
In the summer, when I was 14, I went to the camp to the south. There the girls often came to our room, some of them smoked. And then, quite by chance, on the balcony, I found a stash of one of them in the form of a pack of Kiss Romantic that had been started. He took a long time to decide, in the end he took a couple of cigarettes and, with the onset of darkness, got out into the garden and lit a cigarette in the most secluded corner, far from prying eyes. Then I did only a couple of shallow puffs, but what sensations I experienced then. I have not experienced this before, something akin to an orgasm. But that evening I was scared of something. As much as the pleasure from what was experienced was, so was the feeling of horror and shame at what was done. As if I will never be the same again, as if I have blackened myself with something forever. Then I threw away the cigarettes, the next morning I wanted to try again. And that made me even more scared. It was as if an angel and a demon were fighting in me. But I endured it and forgot about such experiments for a whole year. Until the next summer came ...
In the evening on a rainy day I was walking down the street, it was boring, and at that moment I was seized by the desire to try something new, namely to smoke. I found a tent, in an uncertain voice asked the saleswoman to sell me a pack of LD pink super slim for 14 (!) Rubles. At the nearest entrance, I lit a couple of cigarettes at once, and then I realized that I had finally found my grail. Thus began my fascinating journey into the world of pleasant tobacco pleasures. Over the past 12 years, from a dull, afraid of everyone and everything, shy of my views and habits that did not correspond to the opinions of others about me (this typical prejudice that excellent students should be deprived of such habits as smoking), I turned into a confident person who does not hesitate to show others his true face and opinion.
Shall I say that I regret something? Not at all. Quite the opposite. I like my habit, I do not consider it something shameful (finally!). After countless attempts to quit, I realized that they were from the fear of accepting myself as I am, and they were most likely caused by weakness and self-doubt.
I started smoking at about 14 years old, I didn’t chase show-off and adult life, but I was just curious how it all, what sensations. My parents smoke, as do my brother and sister, well, if you don't mind, you will start smoking too. Well, it started. I didn't feel a craving for cigarettes, I just smoked when I was under stress, and it saved me. It did not affect life in any way, my parents never were against, they said my decision, and even gave me cigarettes themselves, because they were the same and understand me perfectly.
I first tried it when I was 8 years old. then my friends were much older than me and it seemed to me that this way I would be able to feel “my own” in their circle. Now I'm 16 and have been smoking on a regular basis for two years. It did not affect much, sometimes I cough, sometimes with phlegm, but I still hold my breath for three minutes, this is nothing compared to the screamers on the packs, but even that I would never exchange for this process full of aesthetics and satisfaction, all my friends have already quit , and I remained true to this habit, I do not want to deceive myself. The only question is which health is more important to you, physical or mental?
I tried my first cigarette when I was 10. Stole it from mom, she and dad always smoked. She smoked for a while and stopped. At the age of 13, in the 6th grade, several boys of classmates smoked and I started one girl with them. But smoking started out of fashion, but as a form of relaxation, there were problems with the family. She herself earned from childhood, and my parents didn't give a damn about me at all. It happened that they kicked me out of the house and I often spent the night with my friends, if they were friends at all. Still often there was no food at home. All these problems fell on the fragile psyche of a teenager and I started smoking. She dragged from my parents, shot in the street, asked high school students. Usually, everyone smoked at the shooting range. This is the place behind the school, where almost no one is usually there. I didn’t smoke with the guys anymore, they began to teach, they say girls who smoke are bad. But it’s better to smoke than to deal with problems that you cannot solve in a different way. Because, for example, I was still cutting. It's a shame to think about it, but they remind me of scars all over my body. Smoking, one might say, saved me. I could not be called such a drug addict, disgusting to many. At the same time, I was involved in various sports, so many would not have guessed that such a girl smokes. Quit smoking not so long ago. Husband ZOZHnik. It wasn't that hard to quit. He thinks how the athlete smoked in general.
I first tried smoking at the age of 14, and decided to try it because I was wondering what it was like. Friends smoked, and why not try. I went to the store, bought a pack of cigarettes and went home. While no one was at home, I decided to get up where my father usually smokes. He lit a cigarette and rushed. Nicotine got into the blood, my head started spinning and I thought: "Wow, wow, what a strange and pleasant feeling at the same time." I lay down on the bed and just lay there for 20 minutes with this feeling. Then he went outside to meet a friend. While I was waiting, I lit another one. Walked, reached the smoking-room, and here's another cigarette in the pack less. From that moment on, it started spinning. I smoked in the morning at school, after school, at work, almost always when I had a free minute. A couple of months passed, acne appeared on my face, there was not enough breathing apparatus in sports, but I still continued to smoke. I will not deny that I liked it. I liked everything: the smell, the taste, the sound when a cigarette smolders in complete silence. There were also disadvantages, and huge ones. For example, before coming home, I had to seize gum, due to which I developed gastritis, wipe my hands with wet wipes, on which there was not always money, in general, piper. After two months of smoking my father recognized, reacted so-so, he did not care, but still, it seems to me, pretended that he was indifferent. I smoked, by the way, for 4 months.
How did this affect my life? Honestly, so-so. A terrible habit, even though I liked it. If you smoke, quit immediately. It's not worth it. I quarreled with many on this topic, they asked me to quit, but I was too selfish and did not listen to anyone, although I knew that I would have better quit, which happened. But after I quit, the memories of nicotine remained in my head and I wanted to smoke, although I forbade myself. Luckily my father had a vape which he passed on to me. It's been 8 months since I quit smoking and switched to vaping. I want to get out of the habit of it, but at the same time I don’t want to. I still like the feeling of relaxation (?) Or what. Every day the same thing, a couple of times I caught an overdose of nicotine, due to which the temperature rose and my head hurt. Smoking has had a very detrimental effect on my life. In general, it only made my life worse, and I regret that I spent a lot of money, time and, most importantly, my health, but it was not so sickly shaken.
I urge everyone to quit smoking and never start, IT'S NOT WORTH IT !!!
I started smoking about 2 years ago. At first, we smoked with a friend for fun and not in a puff, then a more experienced dude told us after a puff to breathe in more air, and from the first normally smoked siz we smoked for about 10 minutes, to say that we liked to say nothing. Now we are hammering 3-10 whitefish a day, usually shot from more wealthy friends who can get a hundred square meters.
The experience is small, nothing has changed much, well, it has become harder at f-re, yes
Grade 10, summer, my classmates and I were walking around the city and one of us was a smoker. Due to the peculiarities of our company, this one who smoked on a stone, scissors, paper suggested playing. The loser smokes a cigarette. I was persuaded and I had a chance to be defeated, so to speak, in the second round. He gave me a Bond with a button, I calmly smoked a cigarette, but after that I didn't want something else. Either I understood that it was harmful, or I simply didn’t like it, but it is also possible that I previously used vape and it still seems to me more convenient and less harmful, although now I don’t touch it either.
In general, do not smoke, comrades, it is harmful. Well, or use a vape, it seems to be really less harmful.
Until the age of 15, I assured everyone that I would never try a single cigarette. At 15, however, I became entrenched in the idea of the meaninglessness of such self-restraint. My friends and I occasionally smoked in the school toilet (then they turned a blind eye to it, especially since the teachers themselves sinned about it). I didn’t even smoke then. More or less seriously, I started smoking already at university, but still I did it quite rarely. Only when I went to the university camp did I smoke a lot there every day. But upon returning to the city I did not smoke for a month at all, and there was no desire. And to this day I sometimes smoke with friends (I rarely smoke alone). And, thank Gods and my body, addiction has never arisen - on the contrary, there are days when smoking is not at all attracted to.
What attracts me in this process? The very aesthetics, the sense of unity, partly even the taste of tobacco. I never regretted giving up my teenage prejudice against cigarettes.
I tried my first cigarette when I was 13. We then canceled one lesson and we decided to take a walk with the boys at the school, then my friend took out a pack of cigarettes and offered to try. We all agreed, went into the woods and had a cigarette and smoked. Everyone who tried it liked the cigarettes and now we smoke once a day after school.
I tried it at the age of 14. Just because I wanted to. I did not strive for coolness, adulthood, some other typical goals. I just wanted to know what it is, and why classmates so pitifully ask them to borrow money for a pack from a kiosk near the school. Then I did not like this process, and now I am not eager to start smoking.
Has the cigarette affected my life? She probably just proved that in a stressful situation you can sometimes afford to smoke a cigarette, but no more.
As a child, I walked in the company of girls who were 3-4 years older than me, so the first time I tried smoking at 6 years old. Naturally, I coughed terribly, thought that my life would end before it began, because my lungs seemed to have shrunk to the size of this pack of cigarettes, I promised not to try again. I was terribly worried when my older brother found out about it. Then, at a conscious age, finishing school, sometimes I could not smoke for a long time, because I remembered how I almost choked out of this smoke. When I was in college, I tried to smoke in a puff, and I felt dizzy. I have not developed a smoking habit, although every few months my body still requires nicotine, although this is probably due to a lack of some vitamin or whatever the body needs there)
I began to indulge in 12-13 years old (grade 7) with nothing to do. The period then was when we got together with friends after school and, figuratively speaking, smoked two cigarettes for five (no one forced anyone to force, they did not measure up with coolness). Over time, somehow more and more cigarettes a day came out.
When I entered the university (17 years old) and moved to another city, I already smoked half a pack a day, when.
I stopped smoking at the age of 19 because a young man asked. It was not difficult to throw because never considered myself addicted. I just took it and didn't buy any more cigarettes.
I can't say that it greatly influenced my life. I just loved the aesthetic of smoking. This smoke ... Mmm ... Loved those smoke breaks. It kind of brings people together. Why, I still often go out during smoke breaks, except that I do not join them with a cigarette.
I have no regrets. This is a stage in life, it cannot be deleted. I find smoking a beautiful and fascinating process. I truly love this. Now I don't want to smoke, but if not for the request of my boyfriend then, I would hardly have quit.
At the age of 14, my girlfriend introduced me to her company. Well, in it they drink, and smoke, and checkmate on the mat. It was with them that I lit a cigarette for the first time. After my only meeting with them, I realized that such a company is not for me.
But I did not quit smoking. I was still smoking for 1.5 years. I do not regret it, because I am such a person that I want to try everything, and it was a lesson for me. This meeting influenced the fact that now I will not get involved with such companies and people in them. I choose my friends well and I don’t want to sit in the stairwell with a bottle of cheap alcohol. Now the smell of the smoke turns me up.
I started smoking in the 9th grade, that is, at the age of 16. Contrary to the stories of my parents that they might offer me to try to smoke and even take on a weak one, this was not practiced in my school. It was my own decision, even when my classmates "took a break", stopped smoking temporarily (this was mainly due to either financial problems, or because "the mother burned out"), I still smoked, although I carried this burden alone ... Like many other teenagers who started smoking at my age, I saw in this a symbol of adulthood, I felt that by smoking cigarettes, I was entering a mature world. Of course it wasn't.
I love smoking. I know it’s bad, and it’s costly a habit, but I’ve never tried to quit anyway. My comrades, on the other hand, often practiced temporary throwing. They were enough for a maximum of a couple of weeks, and then they broke down again. Only a little overpowered themselves and were able to break the nicotine chains. I didn’t want to deceive myself, I knew that I’d hardly be able to quit, and I had never set myself such a goal. I appreciate the aesthetics of smoking. Over the years of using nicotine, the cigarette has become a part of me. Smoking in the morning, smoking on the way to work, smoking during breaks - these all became a kind of rituals for me.
Finally, I would like to quote the Romanian-French philosopher Emil Cioran, who very aptly expressed himself about nicotine and caffeine addiction (of which I also am a hostage):
"A sip of coffee and a cigarette puff - these are my real parents. Now I do not smoke, do not drink coffee and feel like an orphan. I gave up everything that I had: the poison, the poison that gave me the strength to work "