That's good. Smoking is a filthy retarded habit, and every non smoker around you hates you.
You are missing the point. It's a legal product.
I smoked for over 20 years. I never felt comfortable identifying myself as a "smoker". Smoking was what I did, and it wasn't who (and what) I was. This point is critical I think, if a person is going to successfully stop smoking. It's the difference between being a person that loses, and/or has lost, and a person who self-identifies as a "loser".
The fact that I occasionally lose, does not make me a loser. The fact that I smoked, did not make me a smoker.
I believe that when a smoker incorporates the act of smoking into their identity, and sees themselves as a "smoker", it becomes hard-wired and after that they will never be able to quit. They never will want to; it's a part of who they are. They never get to the point where they make a choice to quit or not quit, because they've already terminated their ability to choose once they've decided that they are a smoker.
So, if you smoke, and ever want to have any chance of ever quitting, you'd better learn the difference between these two ways of seeing yourself, otherwise get used to the idea of COPD and lung cancer, and dying with a ventilator. Maybe a post-surgical hole in your throat.
Smokers are filthy people. Typical drug addicts, there is no end to the delusional notions they will firmly believe in, in order to continue their filthy habit. I think as a society we are far too tolerant of smokers. We don't loudly inform them (in public) how disgusting they are, and we don't punch them in the face often enough. Smokers should be afraid to leave their house, for fear that their stink will provoke a perfect stranger into such a rage that they will wind up with blood spraying from some part of their body. I've listened to these self-condemned loser wailing on about their "rights" and how oppressive our society has become. These people adopt the same argument that they have a right to shit in the middle of a public restaurant, and they would too only there isn't any chemical reward for that behavior. "Shitter's Rights" they would call it, and indignantly defend their "Right to Shit in Public".
I got a phone call just last night from a customer, who very sorrowfully informed me that my employee is no longer allowed on the job. He stinks and it makes my customer nauseous. I've talked to him several times about this, but he would rather be a disgusting addict than have a job, and so today I'm going to fire him. Not just for this situation, but for all the previous situations and those that inevitably happen in the future. In a time of mass unemployement, someone else is losing a job because he'd rather be a stinking drug-addict than gainfully employed. If a few people had knocked this guy in the face a few times, he might have wised-up by now and quit his disgusting habit. Punching him in the face would have done him a favor, and he would still have a job. Would have done me and my customer a favor also.
Instead, the taxpayers are going to pay for his cigarette habit, then pay his hospital bills right up to the point where he finally dies.
I don't feel sorry for him. No one else should either. And anyone that does is a delusional dumbass with too much time on their hands and not nearly enough common sense to be allowed to participate in public discourse. Every day that I smoked, I woke up each morning and made a choice. I hated that choice, every single day. I hated that I had to make it, but I never lied to myself and told myself that I didn't have a choice. I was always going to quit "tomorrow". Or "someday". Next week, when I'm done with this pack, when I'm done with this carton, when I finish this job that I'm on, before I go on vacation, while I'm on vacation, after I get back from vacation, just as soon as I get over the break-up of my last relationship, just as soon as "X" happens.
Then, one day it happened. I got sick. I didn't know if I was going to live or die. I didn't know if smoking caused it, or was making it worse, or what. But I did know that it wasn't helping, and if I was going to die, was I going to die helpless and in the power of a inanimate drug, or was I going to die having the ability to make a choice to assert a level of control over my life rather than giving in to basic "urges".
Long story short, I made a different choice. Turns out, I wasn't going to die. But that didn't change the circumstances of my choice. I understood the options clearly then, and I decided to have self-control, and to live. It's been about 24 months.
But none of that "success" talk erases the truth that I also chose to be a disgusting mess. All smokers make that choice.
Okay so that's who "they" are, and that's who I am. What's relevant to the "General Public" is ownership of the air. Smokers pollute our children's air. They shit in the middle of the restaurant floor. They piss in the drinking water of the village well. And they think they have a "right" to do this, and what they truly need is for someone to punch them straight in the mouth.
