Sometimes I look at people and wonder what they were thinking when they decided to make a certain decision. Whether it’s an outfit they walked out of the house in that just doesn’t look right on them (skinny jeans anyone?), or the way they allow their kids to behave in public, some things just bother me. But as long as it doesn’t effect me too much, I tend to just let it go. If I see some guy walking down my street with a case of beer, even though I am not what anyone would consider a heavy drinker, I will look, maybe wonder where he’s going or if he’s going to attack my car (that actually happened once, I’m not prejudiced against drunks), and then go about my business. I try not to judge, but I’m not perfect, and everyone judges people. If I do judge, I don’t dwell on it. Honestly, I have more important things to worry about.What bothers me are the self-righteous douche nozzles who think it’s absolutely horrible that people smoke cigarettes. Now, being a smoker myself, maybe I’m biased. But from personal experience, we are treated like pariahs by society. We have to go outside no matter what the weather. We have to hide in a corner most places, so we don’t expose others to our second hand smoke. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that those things aren’t right. But if I’m doing everything in my power to make sure that my choice isn’t imposed on you, shouldn’t you show me the same courtesy? If I had a nickle for everytime someone came up to me, and with no provocation at all, no inkling that I might be open to such things, felt it necessary to tell me that smoking was bad for me….. I’d be a freaking billionaire. You choose not to smoke. Great, good for you. It’s a nasty, expensive habit. But guess what? I choose to smoke.
That’s right. I don’t smoke because I’m addicted to it. For sure I am, and quitting would be a pain in the ass, but that’s not why I don’t quit. I don’t quit because I like smoking. It’s wonderful first thing in the morning with a cup of coffee and some Etsy trolling. There is nothing better than a cigarette after dinner. And forget it about it if I decide to have a glass of wine and overdo it a bit. I love smoking. I love the taste, the feel, the calmness it provides me, everything. I choose to smoke, and all I ask is that you respect my decision just as I’ve respected your decision not to smoke.
What gets me is people like this woman on Etsy this morning. The subject line of her forum post was something like “I just witnessed something horrible”, or something like that. Now, to me that says she just saw a 30 car pileup on the highway or someone beating their kid in Walmart. Nope, she saw a mailman, not even her mailman, smoking. She was going to complain to the post office on her lunch break, hours after said horrific event had happened. Seriously? Get off your high horse, lady. Please.
I’m not normally an agressive person. I like knitting, looking at my Etsy shop stats, spending time with my cat, drinking cheap wine on my nights off, and movies. I’m pretty peaceful, overall. But this kind of small minded, self-righteous behavior really makes me angry. I stand outside in blizzards, when it’s ten below zero, exposing myself to hypothermia, just to make sure that your lungs don’t get polluted by my habit. I have to walk around the building in the pouring rain to make sure I don’t accidently blow any of my (delicious) smoke in anyone’s face. The least you could do is walk past me without giving me dirty looks, without coughing in my direction, without posting things like this woman posted. I am more than willing to be uncomfortable for the sake of other people. I chose this, it’s fine. But please don’t make me an outcast because you made different choices. I’m sure I don’t agree with at least one thing you choose to do. It doesn’t mean I’m going to publicly humiliate you because of it.