A very good friend of mine recently stopped smoking only to turn around and start again six months later.
“I quit for six months, so I know, if I need to, I can quit again,” she said. “I have to have a vice, Shannon.”
I love her reasoning (please, sense the sarcasm), because to me, that says, “I quit, but realized six months later, I still needed a cigarette.”
I only pester her because I love her and because I want her to be around as long as possible.