When I see someone smoking, it reminds me of my dad. Being reminded of him in this way really stings because that’s what killed him. Yes, there could have been other contributing factors – who knows what all he was exposed to in his history of jobs but by and large, cigarette smoke was the biggest offender. Seeing teenagers smoke kills me even more. Seriously? Why? Wait! I know! I was a teenager once, and I caved to the desire to look cool. No one asked me if I wanted a cigarette or pressured me into it. It was my own idiotic choice. A choice I regret.

When I finally decided enough was enough in my 20’s, I quit cold turkey. If someone wants to quit badly enough, this is how to get ‘er done! You don’t need to wean yourself off with patches, pills, or gum. Just rip that band-aid off and quit! Don’t fire back retorts or whine that it’s too hard. I have the waaaaahmbulance on speed dial and won’t hesitate to call for it. That whole having an opinion vs. being opinionated thing? I am definitely opinionated about this issue. Those who take offense are probably the same people who offend me by smoking in my presence. You may even be someone I know and love, but I don’t have to love your choice to smoke. Deal with it. Before you light up in front of me, think about how it hurts me by reminding me of my dad, who didn’t even see his 60th birthday because of it.

There are those who don’t give a flying fig about the warnings and dangers of smoking. They use cop-outs like “We’re all going to die sometime.” and “I could get hit by a bus tomorrow.” I have nothing to say to people who feel this way – people who would rather choose their own possible slow, agonizingly painful deaths. Harsh? Damn straight! I won’t apologize for that.

If you smoke, know someone who smokes, or are even slightly entertaining the thought of trying it, here are some videos you need to watch…

The only apology I’ll make is out of sympathy for those who’ve lost a loved one to lung cancer or anything else related to smoking. I realize this may bring some tough emotions to read. I’m sorry if this hurts in any way. It’s not my intention to be insensitive to your feelings.

Written by Sheila K

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

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