Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Look, I'm not trying to tell you not to smoke. I'm not going to get into the cost to society (read: me) that your little habit generates when you come down with all the lovely health problems associated with sucking hot tar into your lungs. Nor will I ramble on about the litany of negative effects that smoking causes on a personal level. Sure, there's nothing good about it, but it's your RIGHT as a consumer, and gosh darn it, I'll defend that.
It's just... well, I have pretty, pink, healthy lungs and I'd like to keep them that way. When you stand directly in front of the door that I'm trying to walk through to get to my next class - huddling under the awning because you have to smoke outside, only the outside is cold and rainy, and while you need your fix, you don't wanna actually get wet, and it's probably hard to hold a lighter AND a cigarette AND an umbrella - it forces me and the rest of us non-poison breathing pedestrians to share your noxious fumes. (try reading that sentence all in one breath, smoker.)
You got up this morning, took a shower, did your hair, made yourself all attractive for school because you've got to impress the rest of the student body with your awesomeness. Why ruin that by huddling in the rain with a tube of smelly fire dangling out of your mouth? It's decidedly not awesome, most especially when you're pissing off the people who have to walk through the cloud of crap that you just expelled from your sickly lungs.
It's gotten so bad on campus, that when I open a door to walk outside, I instinctively hold my breath now. :(
posted by hilary at 10:52 AM |
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