I grew up in a house where my mom would smoke inside all the time and I HATED it. To make it worse, I had asthma.
Fast forward to 2016, my mom passed away from cancer related to her smoking of over 45 years.
Now, as an adult, I might have had a cigarette here and there when really drunk. That sh*t used to get me all lightheaded. It was a nice buzz. But that's about it. Never even bought a pack of smokes.
Then, a couple months after my mom died from complications from cancer caused by smoking, I actually stated smoking. Ain't that some dumb sh*t.
I smoked on-and-off for about 3 years. Then, one day, I just threw them out.
It's probably easier for me since I didn't start until my 30s, but, yeah.
Don't get me wrong, every now and then I could use a smoke - I've even had dreams where I was trying to light a cigarette. But thankfully, I'm good.