And we all like to feel rebelliuos now and then. It's thrilling. For some people this means jumping out of an airplane, and for others crime (whether the harmless kind like skinny dipping in a hotel pool or the other kind). For still others staying out way past midnight drinking caffeine is rebellious.
The only trouble is deciding when enough is enough. Someone once advised me to try anything that has no permanent consequences, which include addictions, pregnancies, criminal records, severe injuries, and death. I was VERY curious, all through high school, as to what it was like get high on weed. Running through this list of permanent consequences I could easily rationalize that weed meets none of the criteria since it isn't chemically addictive.
I never tried it, but that was not for lack of willingness. Nobody ever offered me any. Sure, of course that's good thing that reflects well on where I grew up and who my friends were, but it was also oddly disappointing at the time.
Fortunately (in a strange sort of way) I was offered a legal, toxin-infused, non-medicinal conventional cigarette, which I refused. The kid offering it to me was one I did not like nor respect, and I was quite indifferent about his opinion of me. Besides, unlike marijuana, tobacco is VERY chemically addictive, and totally out of style.
But I have tried tobacco. I have. Several times. It was exciting, edgy, rebellious....everything I hoped for. But after the novelty wore off, some of my friends and family members saw me smoking and I felt ashamed. Then I noticed how I was feeling sick a lot of the time and I would resolve to quit. Quitting was easy, until I would suddenly notice I was smoking again.
The thing that finally helped me quit was my alarm clock. As soon as it went off, I realized that hadn't really been smoking; I had only been dreaming that I was smoking. The smoking dream has occured three times I think, and I very much enjoy it. All of the thrill of smoking, none of the consequences.
Dream about these things, but don't do them. If you do, what is the point of dreaming?