I recently started smoking about a year ago. I smoked so infrequently that 1 pack would last me about 2 months so I got kind of got comfortable with it. Recently though, I've been smoking more and more. I was up to maybe 2 packs a month. Still, I figured I was fine and that I could always quit later because I didn't smoke enough to get hooked. Then, the other day, I got so fucking high and detatched from reality that I suddenly saw myself through someone elses eyes. I realized that I was just bullshitting myself, that the only path it would lead to was me getting hooked, and that I couldnt wait until "later" to stop. So I threw away my last pack and have vowed never to buy another. I had kind of limited myself to one cigarette a day during lunch or after school and I kind of miss that but it's just not worth the risk. I just wonder what would have happened if I'd never had this revelation via cannabis...