A vice can be defined as immoral or wicked behavior according to the definition that I found on google a few seconds ago. I’m fairly sure most of us do our best to be decent and do not really partake in what society calls immoral or wicked. Therefore, our definition of a vice can be summed up as something along the lines of a guilty pleasure. I think this goes with the second definition dealing with criminal activity, drugs, and pornography. Again, I’m sure we tend to shy away from anything that could potentially break the law and land us in jail. So our guilty pleasures are usually just stuff that we like that we just don’t usually admit that we like. Maybe we’re embarrassed? Maybe we don’t want someone else to know we like something, because, if they knew, they would ruin it for us? It could be any number of things. Your guilty pleasure could be Nickelback. They aren’t really doing anything worthy of ridicule, but maybe everyone you know hates them except you. I don’t hate them, but they aren’t on my list of bands that I would listen to on a desert island by choice. If it was all that I could find, sure. I would not hav ea problem with it, and I would enjoy it with all of my being. Why? Because it beats sitting in silence. (No offense Chad Kroeger. Not that you’d read this or anything.) I am rambling and making all sorts of nonsense here. It’s been a bit since I’ve had a chance to post, so just ignore a large portion of this.
I stopped smoking on January 1st of this year. It was a vice of mine for almost fourteen years. I didn’t do it as a resolution, as I know….Nobody really follows through with their resolutions. They follow through with goals, decisions…yes…But not resolutions. If you have….good on ya, but I’ve never completed one and never met anyone who has. I didn’t set a goal either. I made a decision. I didn’t call it quitting…because I will reserve that word for things that matter. “I quit my job.” “I quit school.” “I quit playing music.” Those things matter, so it makes sense to me. I stopped smoking. I reserve that for things that I may decide to do again on occasion. I really have no intention of picking it back up, but that’s what I said the last time I “quit” for longer than a few weeks. It’s not something that I actually had any interest starting in the first place, and I don’t really have any cravings. I guess I got lucky. I know many people who retired the habit and struggled a lot. Good on them for keeping on keeping on. I’m not sure if this actually makes any kind of sense. I’m reading it back in my head and going, “What the hell are you talking about?” “Quit,” to me, means ending something. It’s a word that represents the finality of something. Is that a word? I like it, and google hasn’t tried to correct it yet, so I will assume it is. I was gonna go further with this but I noticed I’m saying the same thing over and over again…(i.e. I don’t “quit”, I stop. blah blah blah) Anywho….My brain just vomited…So you’re welcome.



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