I think most posters made it very clear they don’t hate smokers?
I don’t hate smokers. It would be impossible, so many people I love smoke. Many smokers have accused me of being mean or “hating” smokers, I think it’s the addiction speaking. A need to quiet the cognitive dissonance of realising they are harming me by stating I’m the big meanie. It’s the claws of addiction lashing out at anything that threatens it.
Smoking is very sad. It affects others more than most other addictions, largely because it’s so accepted. The addiction makes people so inconsiderate that I think on some level it’s impossible for a smoker to truly love and care for others. Smoking is prioritised over the health, safety and comfort of the ones you supposedly care about.
And there is no comparison to this. There is no other situation that comes close. In what other situation would it be acceptable to burn holes in other people flesh, regularly, no big deal? This is reality. I have a cigarette burn scar on my body and my clothes (and work costumes) are full of holes. If I bring it to a smokers attention they burned me, they shrug. I have never, not once, encountered a different reaction.
Is there ever a situation where it is acceptable to poison those you love? Do people take a shit into a little bowl on the dinner table, and it’s ok because it’s outside? Do people smear asbestos into other people’s hair?
Do people frequently leave the dinner table, despite the announcement that another course is just on its way, to go and tinker on their car and come back smelling of oil? “Excuse me, can the soup wait? I want to go and shovel manure for five minutes.”
I have twice in my life simply gone to bed because all my house guests had gone outside to smoke (it was cold and I did not want to be outside) and they had not come back. I can’t think of anything that compares.
All smokers I know are convinced they are very considerate, that they do not do these things. This is addiction and cognitive dissonance speaking. All smokers do these things. “Going away to smoke somewhere else” is not being considerate, it’s still rude. You are poisoning someone you care about less, it’s not admirable. Having to leave a social interaction for your destructive, disgusting problem is still not considerate.
All smokers say they don’t smoke if others are eating and all smokers will at some time light up when I am eating. Because the addiction takes precedent, in that moment. The rest of the time, when the addiction is not nagging them, they can pat themselves on the back for being considerate smokers who never do that. But when the addiction calls nothing else matters.
I put a huge amount of love and care and money into my little garden and it is assaulted by smokers. They take over the space with their poison. Why are ashtrays considered normal? Would you leave a little bowl of shit on the table in my garden? Even if it has a lid, it’s weird. And cigarette butts end up everywhere. Smokers are oblivious to them. And of course the minute the cigarette has been smoked and the addiction quietened, the butt becomes a disgusting, unbearable burden. They must throw it away, this becomes paramount. This nasty, tiny symbol of their shame.
I have a friend who is a scout. He loves nature. Goes on camping trips in the wilderness, leaves no trace. No trace but cigarette butts. And it’s not even up for discussion, he can’t talk about it. The cognitive dissonance would swallow him whole.
I really don’t hate smokers. I do hate smoke, I hate cigarette butts, I hate the habit and I hate how it affects my relationships. I hate having to choose between being near people I care about and breathing. I hate that they can’t care enough about me to change this. But it’s really, really not the same as hating smokers. Smokers hurt me. It doesn’t make me hate them, it makes me sad.