As a douchebag, monsterous, flesh-eating smoker, myself, I can honestly say that for a very long time, I have done everything in my power to make DAMN good and sure that my disgusting, satanic, brutalising habit is not, under any circumstances, partaken around people who are so much as suspected to be non-smokers...As it stands, I go on the assumption that it's everyone around me who isn't holding a cigarette.
Sure, there are arguments that your rights to not have to inhale my smoke are founded completely. Yes, this is a very self destructive habit that also drags unwilling participants in tow. Yes, it would be inconsiderate to light up around you.
Which is why I don't...PERIOD!
However, my problem with non-smokers is not that they're complaining about my smoke in their face or even their children coughing to fits. It's the fact that those I've dealt with complain about the very principle of my habit.
No, not about the fact that I'm killing myself, or that my health is at risk. But the very fact that these pretentious jackasses(venom this way comes) do what they can to make things harder on me even though they are fully aware that I go through hoops to avoid hurting them. In my opinion, this is caused by one of two reasons. Though, I have to admit, reason 1. has more merit but can still contain people from camp number 2 every now and then.
1. Said person(perhapse a non-smoker of 35 or older) is sick of having to spend years as a silent body. Not able to speak out due to the over-whelming majority of smokers from decades past. It is now their time to shine. They don't have to put up with it any longer. It's these people I accomodate. These people that make me feel bad for being so inconsiderate to in the past.
2. The younger crowd. In most cases, we see teens to young adults in this order. On the whole, from what I've observed, their behavour, their objections are 20% wanting better air conditions for their environment and 80% power trip. It's funny how some can get off doing things to anyone for that little pecking order rush, yet, convince themselves it's for the better. Not all, mind you. Those like Ticklishgiggle and some people I've met are honestly trying to help their surroundings give me the old lecture but usually back off when noticing my consideration...Unfortunately creating a new set of problems. Namely, trying to save me and my lungs from destruction. A rather sweet gesture, But I'm happy dying slowly.
Actually, I'm trying at this time to quit. Since August of last year, I took up jogging. Though I smoke, I can still go for 4 or five Kilometers in the morning and then 4 or 5 more at night.
I want to quit to see how far I can REALLY go.
PS: Sorry if this post sounds drivelly. I was up till midnight last night drinking quite heavily. I'm still a little hung over.