Yeah well, Joan of Arc was anti-smoking too.
Think of something you are allergic to. Or, something which, if you consume it, leaves you feeling legitimately sick for days afterward. I have some friends who have to go to the hospital if they eat a peanut or a sesame seed. One dear friend will be in bed for two days, cramping and nauseous, if they eat an egg. I know some people who will throw up if they smell a certain flower. Everybody has something.
So, here's what I don't do, if I love my friend: I don't try to constantly drag them into a situation where they will be inundated with the thing that will threaten their health. I don't roll my eyes and make faces shrugging off my friend's discomfort, or when my friend reminds me of their allergy. I certainly do not give my friend a guilt trip when they decline my invitation to an event where they will be in constant danger of being exposed to that thing.
I realize that ever since I quit smoking I have been crazy obnoxious and sanctimonious. I guess I'm sorry for it, although I don't plan to stop all my nagging. I frigging care about you people.
The thing is, my histrionics aside, cigarette smoke really does make me fucking sick. I get headaches, sinus attack, sore throat; I start coughing up foamy white crap that turns yellower the longer I stay around the smoke. I get dizzy, feverish, short of breath. It is painful and real.
I am tired of having to defend myself against a few insensitive, reactionary, and defensive bastards who take my bad physical reactions to the smoke that they expose me to as an attack against them, or as some dramatic performance of protest.
You don't chastise a diabetic for refusing your cheesecake.
I'm sorry if you feel bad that you still smoke. I'm sorry if you're tired of hearing non-smokers nag at you. If you are the sort of friend who thinks I need to just "get over it and deal"... then I'm sorry, but you are the kind of friend that is not. Feel free to stop inviting me to things and, unfriend me while you're at it.. Because I will NOT endanger my life to remain the friend of somebody who does not give a shit about my life.
Sorry about my whiny bitch ass, y'all. it's just been happening a lot more lately than usual and I'm sick of it. Literally. ♥
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So, here's what I don't do, if I love my friend: I don't try to constantly drag them into a situation where they will be inundated with the thing that will threaten their health. I don't roll my eyes and make faces shrugging off my friend's discomfort, or when my friend reminds me of their allergy. I certainly do not give my friend a guilt trip when they decline my invitation to an event where they will be in constant danger of being exposed to that thing.
I realize that ever since I quit smoking I have been crazy obnoxious and sanctimonious. I guess I'm sorry for it, although I don't plan to stop all my nagging. I frigging care about you people.
The thing is, my histrionics aside, cigarette smoke really does make me fucking sick. I get headaches, sinus attack, sore throat; I start coughing up foamy white crap that turns yellower the longer I stay around the smoke. I get dizzy, feverish, short of breath. It is painful and real.
I am tired of having to defend myself against a few insensitive, reactionary, and defensive bastards who take my bad physical reactions to the smoke that they expose me to as an attack against them, or as some dramatic performance of protest.
You don't chastise a diabetic for refusing your cheesecake.
I'm sorry if you feel bad that you still smoke. I'm sorry if you're tired of hearing non-smokers nag at you. If you are the sort of friend who thinks I need to just "get over it and deal"... then I'm sorry, but you are the kind of friend that is not. Feel free to stop inviting me to things and, unfriend me while you're at it.. Because I will NOT endanger my life to remain the friend of somebody who does not give a shit about my life.
Sorry about my whiny bitch ass, y'all. it's just been happening a lot more lately than usual and I'm sick of it. Literally. ♥
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