Of smokers
Oh, and about cliques. The best thing about being “a smoker” is that it’s a very honest grouping. People are mellow, there’s no need to talk. Just inhale, exhale. Smoking doesn’t really define smokers (at least after they’re over 18), so there’s not much assumed identity to grapple with. There is no posturing or striving for coolness. There’s just the acknowledgement of having a regrettably nasty but thankfully shared habit.
This acknowledgement does have funny aspects to it, though. Try telling a fellow smoker that you’re planning on quitting. It freaks ’em out. You either get the disparaging “good luck with that,” or then you get a more prickly reaction in which the smoker is annoyed—usually without even noticing it—and starts acting kind of mean.
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