I lot of my friends growing up smoked. Like, my best friends. Most of my family, my mom and all of my older siblings, all smoked.
When I was something like fourteen or some shit, I took one drag and thought it was the most disgusting shit I had ever tasted on my life and an immensely unpleasant experience. Never touched them again, never even wanted to. It's honestly one that baffles me.
Edit, typos
It's late at night, I'm pretty tired, doom scrolling in bed like ya do. Hover on this image for a moment, read the title, and look at the first entry. Think, "wow! Inuits are wildly pro union, good for them!"