Absolutely fantastic read, thanks for posting this. Perfectly encapsulated how I felt as a smoker and how I felt quitting.
I drop in and out of smoking. It's a bad habit, my family hate it and so do some of my friends, but the connection you make with people, the new friends you meet, the rituals you develop around it. That first drag with a coffee in the sun. That brisk walk on a winters day. That beer and a cig outside a bar.
The problem with trying to quit is, for me, the fact that I don't want to stop. I know it's bad for me, I know it's a stupid, expensive addiction, but I feel I quit because of those reasons, like those reasons force me to stop. I need to quit when it's for me, not when other people tell me "this is bad".