I had not planned to write about today (actually I never plan to write, just reblog reblog reblog haha) but today just evolved into something interesting all on its own.
Well, I had one shitty presentation which I did not prepare for but signed up for extra credit presentation because I need to patch up the previous terrible one and my friends had a very lively (terrorizing) discussion with the class after their presentation on gay sex. The group before us were analysing football via game theory and payoffs which was so dry that Daryl (D) and I almost cried (exaggerating) but we did text each other through out the whole affair because it was just too hard not to.
And then I had awesome duck! Kudos to D for the introduction and for surviving the whole day on only 3 hours of sleep! And I also discovered the art of tailgating to avoid parking charges. And about 4 more smoking corners in NUS (I don’t smoke. D does) and their awkward code names. All very marginally illicit affairs.
So, it so happens that I’ve been very involved in the topic of smoking (talking about it with virtually everyone: dad, bestie, boyfriend, every other smoker) because I’ve been so curious what is it that is so awesome about smoking that you’d risk a higher depreciation rate of health to get a momentary high? Believe it or not, this discussion between the boyfriend and myself just ended….like 10 minutes ago. My theory is that there’s a social factor involved with it; it is a very social activity and my dad concurs with it, citing a Chinese businessman who expressed surprise at his non-smoking-ness, exclaiming, “How do you do business then?” (Btw, he’s just awesome. Dad-awesome-level > Social-benefits-of-smoking)
Anyway, so I think the social aspect perpetuates it and may encourage it as well? Imagine that you widen your social circle by smoking through meeting other smoking friends. Hey, that’s networking right there! Not too bad, ain’t it, for a bit of tar in my lungs. Or maybe you just need to smoke to fit in. (Though here is right where I disagree because if you need to prove yourself to fit in then maybe that’s not the right bunch of friends you should be with.) But here’s the thing: none of my friends have ever made me feel like I need to smoke to fit in with them. They respect my air space and my choices and let me cite an example, or rather illustrate a rather cute image of Daryl swiping his hands in front of him to dissuade the smoke from travelling to my nostrils. Or they just stand away, while still engaging in conversation. (I shant give D so much credit for trying to save my lungs haha, he did joke to me: “you also smoke la hahaha, since your boyfriend smokes anyway”)
Well, anyway I don’t think I ever will because I’m much too fastidious about health and the like. I also hate the smell (no matter how much you avoid it, its bound to drift to your lungs somehow) and the taste of it (:P) though I must admit if you’re around it long enough, you do get used to it but that is in no way healthy either. Mmmmmmmm and I don’t think breath mints or cologne helps either.
I’d leave you with something interesting, or least it was an insight to me. The dude from the football presentation was talking to me and I told him he looks like someone who smokes. He told me the first and the last time he ever smoked was last December and it was a purely social affair i.e not addicted. So he was saying, “It’s my face right?? I have a bad boy face.” I laughed and agreed and he continued, “So you like bad boys?? Since your boyfriend smokes….” I was like, ugh, I’m not a fan of his smoking but after thinking for a while, I concluded, “I think I like bad boys who look like good boys.” JENG JENG JENG~ revelation!!!!! At least for me. That makes a lot of sense.
Anyway, we parted ways with him saying, “Oh darn, I’m the total opposite of your type! Good boy who looks like a bad boy.” Well, I’m sure there’s a market for that as well hahahaha. I like good boys more. :P