Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Cigarette Cop
Just trying to keep the pot stirred.
For the record, I quit nearly 13 years ago, after smoking for 30 years. I say nothing to anybody about their smoking. If you're in my apartment or my vehicle, you have to ask permission. The answer is usually yes. I'll only talk about quitting if you ask me, and then I'll tell you how I quit: talk to everyone you know who has quit; try every possbile method; pray/meditate; exercise; try, try again. I finally did it cold turkey. My sister used the patch. I have never regretted it.
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3 comments:
Way to funny Orbs......
I really do think that when youre a smoker, something is deactivated in your brain that controls common courtesy and sense: when we went to the fireworks, sure nuff, every group of people had several smokers squeezed into the smallest space possible, with doZens of small kids running around... News flash! No one but you wants to choke on your smoke, and in crowds like that, there's no escape. Oh, and I prefer my kids keep both their eyeballs.. We were in Chicago over the weekend, and I cant tell you how pleasant it was to be free from the smokers (no indoor smoking) if people policed themselves better, laws wouldn't be nnecessary, but too many people are just too damn selfish and rude-- every parade, festival, and crowd I've attended is proof. My $.02.
As a former smoker myself (I quit 23 years ago) I can tell you it is not lack of courtesy. Smokers are truly unaware how much their bad habit affects others. Smokers are addicts. They need those cigarettes and their brains tell them whatever it takes to justify their actions. That is the "disconnect" of the brain. I really don't believe it is intentional rudeness.
I try very hard to be tolerant on both sides. I don't preach. I remember what the addiction was like. It controlled me; I was not in control. Hardest thing I've ever done in my life was to quit. Taught me huge self control. Also one of the best things I've done.
I watched my dad take his last breath and die from emphysema. I was/am too much of a chicken to die that type of death.
Unlike orbs, you can't smoke in my house or my car. Sorry, my space is smoke free.
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