I don’t mean to be, some of my best friends are smokers.
I’ve never smoked cigarettes, never even tried them. I never wanted to. Both of my parents smoked and it stunk. I can remember family parties that were held in the the club basement.
I’d sit at the top of the stairs and see nothing but legs below a cloud of smoke. I know it really wasn’t that bad but that is how I remember it.
I hate the smell, I hate that I can taste it.
I was never so happy as when cigarettes were banned from office buildings. Finally I could breathe at work, no more watery eyes, no more cough.
I’m not so rabid in my prejudice. I think smoking should be allowed in bars and at outdoor events. Smoking and drinking go together like peanut butter and jelly, if I choose to go to a bar I know what I’m stepping in.
this Christmas I drove my mother out to the local shelter to drop off some needed items. Nothing extravagant, one man needed a coat. Another needed some pots and pans. A woman needed some bedspreads for her kids.
As we were leaving, a woman pushing her baby in a stroller walked out at the same time. A few feet from the door she stopped to light a cigarette.
I don’t know why but it pissed me off.
All I could think is, here you are in a shelter, you have a baby to care for, you don’t have enough money to support yourself or your child, but you still have money for cigarettes.
My mother said you don’t know what other battles she’s fought, maybe she has beaten other addictions and smoking is the last one. Or maybe that cigarette is the only thing she has to enjoy.
I feel petty, and hateful about it but I would think when you don’t have a place to live, or food to eat, or a way of caring for your baby without relying on the generosity of others, a cigarette is one of the last things you should be wasting money on.
I get mad at my friends who smoke, and then bitch because they can’t afford a new car or a better apartment.
At $7/day for a pack of cigarettes that is $210/month. For the couple who both smoke, that is $420/month. More than enough for a car payment or a better apartment. I have a hard time feeling bad for them because they make the choice to smoke instead of putting the money towards the other things they want.
I’m sure people think some of the things I spend money on are wasteful. I know I have no right to judge, but I do.
I hate cigarettes.
So call me a bitch, call me a hater, call me judgmental.
I admit it
I’m prejudiced against smokers and I hate feeling this way.