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When it’s slow at work I smoke more than I ordinarily would. Mostly to kill time and break up the boredom. And so I’m outside smoking and this lady says, “Look at this traffic?”
As I start to reply that I thought it was insane too (Third Ave. was closed for a street fair) she says, “And you’re smoking! What are you doing to yourself?”
I say: “Wishing for an early death.” She didn’t know what to say. It was beautiful. Stopped her dead in her tracks.
I am so sick of people telling me and lecturing me about my cigarettes. It’s like, I don’t drink, I don’t do any drugs, and I eat healthy, usually. I don’t even bite my nails. Leave me to my last vice.
Just because someone sees me smoking and they may be deeply opposed to it that does not entitle you to tell me your personal opinions. You don’t see me running up to people and telling them to go get on the pill, have abortions and support stem cell research or to drive hybrids, stop using plastic, buy organic and throw out their air conditioners. But, no. That would be rude; all those things are a person’s choices that I don’t want to take from them.
I have a television and internet and antismoking propaganda has been shoveled down my throat for YEARS. It would be different if I didn’t know smoking was bad for me (mental bubble: “no way, cigarettes are deadly?!?!?!?! Whoa.”) but I do know they are bad and I continue to do it. But here’s the beauty in that: It’s my choice, my addiction, my body and my legal right.
Bottom line: (besides take your anti smoking bullshit and shove it) mind your business.
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