humo
I can't stand the smoke. In Scotland I thought it was bad, but then I never had to live in a house where people smoked, they always went outside, and I was prepared for it when I went to bars until the smoking ban a few months ago. But here, all bets are off. Every person in the house, except me, smokes. The brothers here are chimneys. Maybe it wouldn't drive me crazy if they had a little tact and respect. But they don't. And they just don't understand. My one request is that they don't smoke around me when I'm eating- I can't stand that because my food tastes like smoke and it's disgusting. Otherwise I can leave the room or something. But again, the boys just don't get it, especially Matias. For example, yesterday I was eating lunch. I was eating quite slowly and was the last one to finish. Everyone else left the table and the room, and Matias thought he would be nice and stay and keep me company. So he opened the window and started smoking. Honestly, I can't think of how many times I have asked him not to smoke around me when I'm eating. Then he goes on to say what a nice brother he is for staying and keeping me company while I finish eating because the others all left. Yeah, I said, but smoking in my food. He was like, oh but I opened the window! Who fucking cares, smoke doesn't go out the window in a straight and direct line.
I love my situation. I love living with this family, it's really quite ideal. I thought I would be alright with the smoking situation after living in the UK for two years, but aparently not. I'm going crazy. I find myself hanging out less and less with my host brothers recently because I just can't stand to be around it.
I love my situation. I love living with this family, it's really quite ideal. I thought I would be alright with the smoking situation after living in the UK for two years, but aparently not. I'm going crazy. I find myself hanging out less and less with my host brothers recently because I just can't stand to be around it.