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I first of all would never, ever, smoke. And secondly I find people socially repugnant when they smoke. Please note I didn't say if they smoke, I said when they smoke.
I am not going to start preaching that you shouldn't smoke and I'm not going to get people to stop smoking, unless it is someone in my family or someone I care for.
I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke. I just hate it. I don't hate pipe-smoke in the same manner though, but that may be a conditioned thing in me. You see my grandfather smoked pipe-tobacco when I was little and when you came to grandma and grandpa you always got cookies, cakes, chocolates, candy and I got to sleep in granny's bed so I link the smell of a pipe to that sense of security and homieness that always permeats ones granparents, or my grandparents.
But I digress, What I said was that I find the smell of cigarettes disgusting. Strangely enough my parents smoked until I was about two years old and I still don't like it.
So let's analyze. Why don't I like smoking. Well, besides the smell of it, it's that you're inhaling that smoke. I mean in fires people are often smokedamaged, people die because of the smoke, and the furniture and stuff are all useless for smokedamage. People die of too much smoke. And then there are people who willingly, and they seem even to enjoy, inhaling the smoke of a cigar, cigarette or a pipe.
I think that behaviour may, should, ought to, be called self-destructive. But that is only my humble opinion.
You know people I saw a woman just the other week. I'll tell you about this woman. She was short and she was fat. She was smoking, see you don't automatically lose weight when you smoke. Anyway, she took a drag, coughed, loudly and not like a cold cough, unless you were on the verge of coughing up your spleen, all the smoke out again and repeated the procedure, seemingly with pleasure. I looked at her and moved as far away from her as possible. On the bus, we were on a bus stop and she took the same bus as me, I saw that her middle finger, the one supporting her cigarette, was blackened...
This I find very sad. But at the same time I'm a heartless brute who think that it serves them right if they keep on smoking even though they know what can happen.
97-02-19
