Every moment of every personal event lost to go have a smoke
whether in triumph or defeat, joy or sadness, is gone forever.
We did not experience what was going on in the same context as everybody else because you are thinking about where you can go smoke. That thinking of smoking both before and during those times add up to huge chunks of life we missed.
What kind of participation in life is smoking if smoking is so important as to make us ignore everything going on around us so we can get our fix?