I love these questions, they never fail to make me ponder my memories and chew over various different things in my mind.
Having given this one due consideration, I now have an answer:
I bloody SO wish I’d never taken up smoking. Considering my best friend died of lung cancer when we were both 16, and I like to think I’m a fairly intelligent human being, I’m really quite mystified as to why I took it up at all. In fact I remember smoking my first cigarette and having to lie down because I felt so dizzy and sick. Why I continued to smoke for another 15 years is a testament to my utter stupidity.
Giving up smoking is the hardest thing I’ve EVER done. It was hideous. I actually remember thinking, well that’s my life over, I’ll never really enjoy anything again. (It wasn’t, obviously – I’ve always been a bit of a drama queen).
And I’ll be totally honest, when I’ve had too much to drink and I’m with a friend who smokes, I’ll sometimes have a puff of their ciggy even now. I never particularly enjoy it, but I keep on doing it. I don’t think you’re ever really free of that smoking thing once you’ve started. Sad, isn’t it?