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I don't mind the smell of second-hand smoke in small doses, I just hate that I can't be around it for very long before my eyes start burning...then I go home and all my clothes reek of it And not in that good way like when you've been sitting around a campfire.

Tried smoking twice (regular once, cherry another time) and they both literally tasted like dirt (yes, I know what dirt tastes like)...and the taste stays there forever and won't go away So...that's prettymuch the clencher right there, I'd say...definitely not for me.

Also, I'd have to agree with the old saying "kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray", it's pretty accurate (yes...I know...what...an ashtray tastes like ).

Side note: I think it's ret*d that they tax certain tobacco products...I'm pretty sure it doesn't help anyone stop smoking, it just puts them into further financial crisis.



One thing I will say though, I'd much rather have burning eyes and smelly clothes than have to hold back the gagging and choke back the bile every time I think about that pop bottle filled with frothy tobacco juice my friend spits in when he chews

Yeah you won't see that often anymore. Was this in the 80's early 90's? Air Force is ridiculous anti smoking now. They have smoking pits, which is a spot outside, and in uniform you are not supposed to smoke anywhere but those pits outside. In basic training, I didn't smoke. I don't know how I did it because I'd like to do it again. Anyway, in tech school, I let the temptation get the better of me and started back up before I was allowed to. I was at an Army Base. At first, I would take a cab to the park in the middle of no where, and then people kept showing up there. I was so afraid I'd get caught since I still hadn't phased up to where I don't have to wear uniforms yet. So then in that time, I always went to the camper section, and sometimes I'd hike along the river. That was wonderful. It was the perfect escape from everything. I wrote a good poem or two. I stopped that when some army mps thought I was army basic training trying to go awol. But marines were allowed to smoke, and their dorms were near mine, and it was summer. If you take the Air Force sleeves and roll em up AF style, then all you got to do is roll them up another notch over your stripes and voila, you have a marine style fold. This was before they changed the uniforms. Nobody pays attention to that patch that says "United States Army or Air Force etc." So I impersonated a Marine to smoke regularly. I even got yelled at by some gunnery sgts for things other marines did as if I were one of them, and I learned some MCMAPS. THey even called me Devil Dog before I had to leave.

By this time, I was dipping whenever I couldn't smoke, i.e. during the duty day. They would never believe a pretty little thing like me had some chew up in my mouth. I know nasty, but it really added to the bad ass quality of the uniform. I still wanted a cigarette, but the dip took the edge off and still gave me something to do (unlike the patch) which is spit. Since I am a lady after all, I only did pouches and kept em in the upper part of my mouth.

So I get to the first duty station, and I was cool with just smoking and my civilian supervisor was cool with us going whenever we wanted a cigarette. But other airmen abused that while I was at FTAC, so breaks were monitored severely. And they started a rule during FTAC that it's a training / educational experience, so no one was allowed to smoke. They looked for it, so I bought hand held febreeze. I started dipping again in FTAC cause I had to go the whole duty day without a cigarette, with the exception of lunch. So anyway, FTAC was a bummer for me anyway. I was "class leader." They went by rank and age. So I didn't want the job, and I had a bunch of young kids barely 18 in there. They were really rude, and when I'd ask for help to handle them, the "team leaders" of E4 and E5 were unwilling to give even advice. Then when drama was getting big, I squashed it pretty well, but the "team leaders" didn't like that, so they fired me as class leader. I think the main thing was I was supposed to snitch out my class everything they did wrong, and because I handled it myself instead of snitching, it was like I wasn't part of the team. But I hung out with marines in tech school. Teams don't snitch on each other. It was seriously a game of office politics, popularity, and they just didn't like me for whatever reason. The NCO of FTAC was never there. I'm thinking it was without permission too. Either way, when I left, I guess my first shirt asked in an email why I was fired from class leader and the FTAC NCO (mind you, he's a loser who thinks he's popular) sent a real nasty email lying about things I didn't do. I had no idea this email happened until 6 months later.

Anyway, nobody really smoked in my office building except the first shirt. He smoked 2 - 3 packs a day. NObody would smoke in the building during a duty day. He smoked at the smoke pit. He was always out there when I'd go out. He was one that acted like he was my friend, all the while he didn't like me because of that stupid email. Then he and my NCO who suffered from a serious case of short man syndrome (I really want the APA to add that as a diagnosis) started a lot of office drama with me. Like I missed PT once when I lost my military ID to look for it, and I got snitched by a girl who rarely went to PT, and my NCO who had never ever gone to PT was the one to hand me my Letter of Counseling over it. My favorite was dorm room inspections. I did smoke in my dorm room. I did use Febreeze, empty ash compartments daily or locked it up in my wall locker, and I purchased a good fan for the window. I also snuck AC usage in the summer which I wasn't allowed to either. I managed to hide a window AC from all room inspections during that time. Pretty cool huh. Anyway, we didn't have room mates. Suite mates is what we had, which meant we shared the bathroom. The room was to myself. Either way, the same girl that snitched me out on PT was also the one to snitch me out on smoking in the dorm room. She too smoked in hers, and all the smokers smoked in their's and it was publicly known that it happens. The first shirt would fail my room inspections on the word of a snitch alone and only for smoking in the room. On the LOR for x amount of failures in a row, I requested him explain the evidence, and his only evidence was field strip cigarette butts in my pocket, and I'm like duh, I was smokign outside with no ashtray or butt can, so why would I field strip in teh room. That's a fire hazard. Anyway, I made it apparent in my responses that it was all bull s**t cause that's what it was.

It was funny when I left the dorms, I left because I got married. My husband lived in the dorms too, in teh same building. He ended up staying most nights in my dorm room when we dated. After moving out the stuff, I spent all of an hour maybe vacuuming my room, and giving it a quick one over with the carpet cleaner as required. I didn't dust or anything. Then I spent about 5 to 6 hours with a friend cleaning my husband's room. His room itself was pretty dusty, but his bathroom was the worst. His suite mate was from south america somewhere, and the guy never cleaned that bathroom. We did the best we could do with Kaboom even. We had the good stuff. Either way, the dorm manager inspected both rooms before we could fully be out, and she inspected my room saying "perfection." She then inspected my husbands, and immediately started in on that we have to do this, that, this that, etc. before we could move out. I looked her dead in the eye (as I don't often do that), and I said, "while you've been failing my room on inspections in the last year (which I knew was all because the shirt), you've been passing this room with excellence for the last year on room inspections. You clean it up." By golly, she did. She immediately signed my paperwork and let me go. I kinda feel bad now. The only thing she did was not do anything when people were messing with me and trying to drag her into it. She really was a nice person.

What was worse? Once at PT, nobody really knew I was dating my future husband yet, and he was in my squadron. The First Shirt, dorm manager, and some Airman witch/troll/words i shouldn't post on here were on a wonderful "let's talk about me behind my back" moment, and my husband (boyfriend at the time) heard every word. They said I couldn't run, and I smoke too much. It was mainly the shirt talking, and the stupid airman agreeing and laughing about it cause she was following the herd leader. I smoked a pack a day maybe, and the Shirt seriously had me beat on that. It was hillarious to hear that. So the next PT once I knew what was said, I literally ran circles around all of them acting like I was trying to motivate them to run faster as my way of saying, your slowing down the AIR FORCE.

Now a days, they are really strict about dishing out any antibiotics. But, you'll get 800 mg Ibuprofrin tablets for everything. I still have a wonderful collection of them, and I tried throwing away most of them on several occassions. In the four years between me and my husband, we probably had well over 100 bottles prescribed to us. I was pregnant 18 months of the four years and wasn't allowed Ibuprofrin even. I remember once my husband got the IB RX for an aweful cold he had. He was up all night coughing. After 3 nights, I finally gave him some Phenergen with Codeine cough syrup I had that wasn't expired from when I got sick at home on leave. I woulnd't let him take anything else cough suppresant while on that. He slept well and the coughing subsided big time. Then he had to go back a couple days later for something, and he was still taking my cough syrup at night. So I called down to the clinic to let them know what medication he had been taking since he wouldn't remember the name. Spanish is his first language. They seriously lectured me about giving him my RXs. I said what the hell would Ibuprofrin do? They said, it's an anti inflammatory, and my husband has a sinus infection. I'm like are you for real? Anti Inflammatory is like when you have tendonitis. I even flat out said, "just because you guys don't have it in your budget to prescribe the good stuff doesn't mean I should deny it to my husband." The guy was so insulted that the conversation ended right there.

Yeah, the AIr Force is nothing like it used to be. Snitching is a requirement, especially for certain members, and it's all about who's got the bigger lips (who can kiss up best). I probably would have loved the Air Force in the 80's. But I probably would have liked it better if I commissioned rather than enlisted. I got along with officers so well. It was the enlisted I always managed to find myself in the worst of social situations. But I was good most of the time, and they could never find too much ammunition to use against me, and that's the only reason I survived. It was highly stressful, and I so don't recommend it to anyone. I was also raped in teh Air Force by a E-5. After tesifying against him, and having my rape charge stick on my testimony alone, I realized my personality was perfect as a witness on the stand in military court. I could have successfully turned my shirt into the IG for many things he did. But I don't snitch unless it's a real danger to people, and since he mainly threatened people's success with their career, and because he did retire, I wasn't going to push it. I will say, nobody showed up to his retirement party. Not even after they threw another party and the commander directly ordered people to show up. I think I might of been the alpha male people were following on that one. I loudly voiced my desire to not go, especially to those who were debating on it. Hahahahahha.

Sorry, I still am very bitter about many things there. In all honesty, I think I feel more raped by my squadron and first shirt than the guy that raped me. I couldn't defend myself in rape because I would get in trouble some way somehow with that shirt. That's why the rape even occurred. It's messed up. The guy that raped me had psychological issues, but my shirt didn't. He was just a jerk. So was the NCO of FTAC, and if I ever see that guy again, I plan on smacking him in a very big social setting up side his cheek screaming, "How dare you, I'm married."

This habit is my major vice. Although I really do know better, I've seen the results at autopsy, and am not chemically addicted, I still do it.
The really good bit is that it hides the fact that my hands are shaking or stops me tapping on things, plus I get to go outside with my coffee and my book, and people leave me in peace.
Sure, it stinks, but everything has a downside...
With my career, it's not like I'm likely to live long enough to worry about the long-term effects anyway!

I hate when people smoke around me. For one, I'm allergic to it, so my eyes get very watery and my throat starts stinging. It also stinks!

yes, and given how incredibly innattentive I am when I stop, I'm sticking with it for now.

Interesting how non-smokers always point out the health risks...thanks for that but maybe I am actually trying to commit passive suicide

Then again, I also know a cancer biologist who uses sunbeds....

Yep, but gotta quit soon.

New cigarette tax is raping my cash.

Pros of smoking:

1) It functions as a stim
2) It helps me concentrate
3) It seems to be a medium for social interaction
4) It reduces my hypersensitivity to smell

Cons:
-Obvious

P.S. I'm an on-and-off smoker as of the present. Unfortunately, I'm more "on" than "off."

Smoking is yucky... I don't smoke drink or take illegal drugs. I've got enough health problems without adding lung cancer, crappy teeth and liver failure to my list... Besides. Never had any 'friends' who introduced me to it...

I'm a smoker, and enjoy it. It makes me calmer and it's nice to go outside for a smoke to be alone or just as a break from whatever I'm doing at the time...................

Sure it'll calm you down. More than you ever wished.

My AS may have been a cause for me to smoke. Growing up, both of my parents smoked, as did all of their friends. My sister, brother, and I allthought it was disgusting and vowed to never do it and hated being around it. My sister refused to go on our family trip one year because of it (she was 24, I was 16), and I hated how the interior of the van was filled with smoke, and I opened up a little side window for fresh air, and had my head pressed against it most of the time.

After i was in the Navy I fell for a girl who smoked, and I tried to get her to quit, but she wouldn't, and then she broke up with me, for various reasons. So I started smoking to try to get in her head and think like her and figure out why she broke up with me. It actually calmed my ADD down a bit, and my crewmates on the ship noticed a difference and I actually made more friends.

I want to quit smoking, but it has beena crutch for me, and I use it when thinking about my stories, so that is hard. And I have the addiction, but that is the only product to which I have been addicted. I drink from time to time, and have even binged and gotten drunk on a few occasions, but I never got addicted to alcohol. I have beers in the fridge, and a full liquor cabinet from the holidays, but I go weeks between drinks. I know a few of my neighbors who could not stand to have alcohol just sitting around if they aren't drinking it.

I also smoke cloves occasionally, and prefer them because they smell better, and when I have quit smoking, the smell of someone having a smoke will trigger me to want one.

smoking is utterly absurd. one of my main problems with remaining serious when i should be serious is when i see a smoker take a puff of their smoke tube.
it is hilarious to see people deferring what they are going to say for the sake of sucking in smoke and blowing it out.
oh shivers i am going into a laughing fit now.
i can imagine a captain of a 747 jumbo who is wrestling his plane through serious weather, dropping his smoke on the floor and abandoning the control of the plane in order to find his cigarette. haaa haaaah haaa. i can barely type.. and then when he finally finds his smoke and takes a satisfying drag and sits back up in his seat, he sees the ground only 1 second away from impact.
sorry i am tired and silly.

I was very hooked on cigarettes, both as an oral fixation stim and the nicotine acting as an antidepressant.

Smoking was a great anti-depressant for me. One thing that nicotine does is that it boosts MAO-A neurotransmitters. That's part of the reason why some antidepressants help with quitting smoking.

But I'm so sensitive to sensory disruptions, tho, that for most of my adult life I was smoking the lightest brand of cigarettes you can buy -- NOW in a box. Those cigarettes were so light, you can't even see the smoke easily unless you're in the sunlight or against a dark background. But eventually, even the NOWs were too much of a negative sensory experience for me to continue.

But I was eventually able to quit because I came to hate the smoke so much.

I don't exactly slot in with any of those poll options.
I used to be adamantly against smoking.
Then I smoked for awhile, only occasionally, and enjoyed it.
After which, I stopped, and experienced no problems because of it.
Nicotine addiction did not affect me.

If anything, I smoked because (like so many others I've heard from) of a need to do something with my hands and mouth. This partially explains my other actual problems of over-eating and over-drinking.

All of these things relate to my desire to have sensory experience,
which directly matches my AS-theory that I seek out stimulation of the senses as a way to supplement my frequently deficient emotional state... In other words, I would eat and drink and smoke (and do plenty of other things), for the sensations they caused me. Doing this meant that I FELT SOMETHING, when so often I went through periods of emotional vacancy.

All the same, I live with a woman who smokes, and I can't stand the smell of it, even though I never had a problem when I was the one smoking.

hmmm...

No, I cannot stand it. I hope the prices of those cancer sticks keep going up.

Hehe, same here. Well, i mostly hate the product itself, but the people who smoke it are often good people, so i don't hate them for it. I'm very keen to detecting odors and this is one of those who make you wanna puke -.- Pot is only slightly more aromatised but still quite nauseous.