Oh, how I despise being 16
Old enough to know my responsibilities, but not old enough to neglect them.
Also old enough to stagger through 3 AS-Level exams, but not old enough to drink, drive or watch decent movies. I can however, slowly infest my body with a poison that englufs your mind and enslaves your body to its putrid stench...by which I mean smoke.
Don't get me wrong, I think smoking can be incredibly sexy on the right person. If they're someone like me who can have a smoke and then not bother for 3 years before their next few, smoking can be very alluring. However, what isn't particularly attractive is waking up in the morning and immediatley hacking up bits of lung that resemble charcoal coated in phlegm.
I'm only talking about smoking as a result of my recent English Language exam, where there was a leaflet about quitting smoking. If you ask me, it is completely pointless trying to persuade people to quit smoking. If they want to quit, they can make that decision within their own minds. It's not like people are sitting around at home chain smoking thinking to themselves: "If only there were away to put a stop to this disgusting habit of mine, which as far as I know is completely harmless ...Oh well, until someone tells me what to do, I shall continue inhaling smoke until I eventually die of natural causes"
And everyone knows about the fekking NSH support. Is it really necessary to make overdramatic adverts with withered people standing on massive cigarettes? Quitting smoking isn't the same as throwing yourself off a giant metaphor. Anyway, if you want to quit smoking, why dont you stop being a pansy and just fucking do it. Jesus, talk about your external locus of control.
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Touché. Kudos.
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