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You're no fun at all.
You talk about it like it's such a big problem. It's just a slightly harmful addiction. And if there's no danger, where's the fun? All the good things in life are at least slightly dangerous or harmful. Drugs, acohol, partying, sex, traveling, even sports and recreational activities. I am aware of the harm, and fine with it. I could spend my life thinking about preserving it, eating healthy, going to the gym, watching my hormone levels and nutrition. But that would be hell. Why live for a long time if every minute of that life is spent worrying about it ending? Why worry? Taking calculated risks is a part of life. The pitfall is not knowing the risk and still taking it.
Or at least that's how I see it.
My feelings have little to nothing to do with my state of mind. I can feel no joy in life and know that it is worth living. I don't need a therapist. All the "Mental Health Professionals" I worked with were unable to handle me. So what? I don't have my shit together, and I probably never will. Why should I pretend that THIS is the part of life I should worry about? I have bigger problems than quitting smoking or being happy. For now, it's an unhealthy coping mechanism, and I'm fine with it.
But, you know, thanks for the motivational speech and all. 👍