I’m sorry smokers, but I can’t take it anymore. You have the right to smoke anything you want…but don’t spread your vile filth around me!
I live in a beautiful forest. Walking to class is a hike through majestic redwoods. It is amazeing. And there is always some jerk walking right in front if me with a cigarette. As I try to breathe in the fresh mountain air, I end up breathing unspeakable sickening stench. What makes you think that it is cool to do something that repulsive in public. I mean, we try not to yell, hit people, fart, dance badly, commit acts of self mutilation or other things that may be offensive to others in public, but it is somehow perfectly okay to bust out a cancer-stick and fill the air with disease causeing grottiness. I know you have a right to smoke, but common sense ought to dictate that it ought to be kept in private.
Which leads me to my real rant. The college campus I live on has student residences, faculty offices and classrooms interspersed amongst each other. That means your home may be next door to a classroom, or a library, or an office. It’s a cool system, except for one thing. I live about ten feet away from a busy classroom. After class and during breaks, people ignore the “no smoking with twenty five feet of a residence” rule, and smoke their death rods practically on my front door step. The other day I walked in to my room, only to be confronted by the horrible smell of cigarette smoke. I walked outside, and sure enough, there was someone smokeing right next to my house. I politely said “Hey, do you mind smoking a little bit farther away from my house?” and he gave me an evil look and said “The wind is blowing the other way.” I expained to him that my room smelled like cigarette smoke, that was obviously his, and it bothered me. It’s not like I sit around waiting for someone to smoke near me so I can harrass them. But when other people’s smoke does bother me in my home, and it is a changeable situation (and especially when the smoker is going against university policy by smoking next to a residence) I am going to ask them to stop. Anyway, he stomped off, and I opened my windows and aired out the room. But the idea is that you have no right to smoke on my front door step. You are not a victem of an opressed group just because you like to do things that are offensive to others.
I could have told him about why I don’t smoke. I could have told him about how I was paralyzed with fear for weeks when my mom found something in her lung (it turned out to be benign, thank god). I could have told him any number of things…but I just asked him to go do his thing somewhere else.
So in the end, smokers have rights, but that does not entitle them to be jerks. To jerky smokers, a hearty “GO suck on a lemon full of spit!”