Yeah, so fucking what?
Ive been sitting here for a while now, thinking how to phrase this properly. But now it dawns on me. And whatever you take away from this conversation, i really could care less. I think im more or less floating this for my own personal reasons. IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT BE OFFENDED by this, my mental workings on the topic of smoking, DO NOT READ IT. I wont know that you read it or not, so who gives a shit, right?
Allright, now that weve gotten that out of the way. Smoking is a conflicting issue for me on many fronts. By the way i live my life, which is a loose interpretation of darwin and nieche, i shouldnt give a flying shit wether or not someone smokes. It dosent physically bother me, its fairly easy to avoid and theyre dying anyways. I wont get cancer from them, nor will i die from being around it for short intervals. Easy enough right? heh, wrong.
My mind says "Who cares, theyre body their choice". Im not going to walk up to some guy and tell him to stop smoking, because i dont know him and i dont give a shit about him or his lungs. fuck that guy/girl. But what does the heart say. Well, the heart is saying something along the lines of "FUCK YOU, YOU SELFISH PIECE OF SHIT. HOW DARE YOU FUCKING DO THAT. I SHOULD KICK YOUR ASS FOR YOUR FUCKING IMPUTENCE"
Now why would i feel this way? I dont care about the person, so why does it seem that i do.
(about an hour has passed)
ok, i think ive got a general idea. i think both my heart and my mind are agreeing. How? Well, when a person smokes, they are undeniably exposing themselves to toxins. Nicotine, tar, methane, an ingrediant to rat poison, and too many more to even count. Who cares right? Theyre doing me the favor of pushing themselves ever so slowly off the food chain.
So why do i care? Its as simple as the reason i say this to anyone who would listen. Someday, if not now, then somewhere and sometime, you are going to mean the world to someone. Wife, friends, kids, parents, family, someone. Whoever it might be. I would be willing to bet some serious fuckin scratch on it. That person, whoever they may be, is now under your control. If you smoke, you will get cancer, if you get cancer, you will die.
Yeah? so? everyone dies.
Right, everyone dies, and its unavoidable.
By dying of cancer, (ask any doctor or any family member) its going to be painful. And im not talking about you. Like i said, i dont give a flying fuck about your pain. Your stupid enough to do this, you deserve the god damn inconvienence.
im talking about the 16 year old who has to watch his father rot from the inside out. Im talking about the 12 year old who watches his aunt crash and bleed out in front of his eyes. Im talking about the elderly man who watches his wife wither and die right before his eyes, listening to the machines that keep her alive, barely, day by day, while her eyes glaze over, little by little. Praying day after day that she would come back to him.
By smoking, you are day by day building up a world of pain, that not just you, but at least one other person will have to endure for you. Because you want to fucking smoke.
so no, im not going to say anything, because i cant stop you. I cant make you do what you dont want to do. Just realize that in the very center of my being, i want to fucking slap you. Every day, i resent you more and more. And every day, i distance myself more and more. So when you crash and burn, im not going to care. Youll become some guy on the street, smoking that i dont care about.
You say your body your choice.
I say your body, your choice, someone elses pain.
comment, please, i look forward to feedback. it would be greatly appreciated
Allright, now that weve gotten that out of the way. Smoking is a conflicting issue for me on many fronts. By the way i live my life, which is a loose interpretation of darwin and nieche, i shouldnt give a flying shit wether or not someone smokes. It dosent physically bother me, its fairly easy to avoid and theyre dying anyways. I wont get cancer from them, nor will i die from being around it for short intervals. Easy enough right? heh, wrong.
My mind says "Who cares, theyre body their choice". Im not going to walk up to some guy and tell him to stop smoking, because i dont know him and i dont give a shit about him or his lungs. fuck that guy/girl. But what does the heart say. Well, the heart is saying something along the lines of "FUCK YOU, YOU SELFISH PIECE OF SHIT. HOW DARE YOU FUCKING DO THAT. I SHOULD KICK YOUR ASS FOR YOUR FUCKING IMPUTENCE"
Now why would i feel this way? I dont care about the person, so why does it seem that i do.
(about an hour has passed)
ok, i think ive got a general idea. i think both my heart and my mind are agreeing. How? Well, when a person smokes, they are undeniably exposing themselves to toxins. Nicotine, tar, methane, an ingrediant to rat poison, and too many more to even count. Who cares right? Theyre doing me the favor of pushing themselves ever so slowly off the food chain.
So why do i care? Its as simple as the reason i say this to anyone who would listen. Someday, if not now, then somewhere and sometime, you are going to mean the world to someone. Wife, friends, kids, parents, family, someone. Whoever it might be. I would be willing to bet some serious fuckin scratch on it. That person, whoever they may be, is now under your control. If you smoke, you will get cancer, if you get cancer, you will die.
Yeah? so? everyone dies.
Right, everyone dies, and its unavoidable.
By dying of cancer, (ask any doctor or any family member) its going to be painful. And im not talking about you. Like i said, i dont give a flying fuck about your pain. Your stupid enough to do this, you deserve the god damn inconvienence.
im talking about the 16 year old who has to watch his father rot from the inside out. Im talking about the 12 year old who watches his aunt crash and bleed out in front of his eyes. Im talking about the elderly man who watches his wife wither and die right before his eyes, listening to the machines that keep her alive, barely, day by day, while her eyes glaze over, little by little. Praying day after day that she would come back to him.
By smoking, you are day by day building up a world of pain, that not just you, but at least one other person will have to endure for you. Because you want to fucking smoke.
so no, im not going to say anything, because i cant stop you. I cant make you do what you dont want to do. Just realize that in the very center of my being, i want to fucking slap you. Every day, i resent you more and more. And every day, i distance myself more and more. So when you crash and burn, im not going to care. Youll become some guy on the street, smoking that i dont care about.
You say your body your choice.
I say your body, your choice, someone elses pain.
comment, please, i look forward to feedback. it would be greatly appreciated