Things I should have done yesterday
Jul. 25th, 2008 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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carolinecrane a happy birthday! done laundry eaten properly been honest about why Brendon Urie upset me answered mail cleaned out my closet worked on CSI-Hairguides done any of the other design-projects for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nickngreg watched Torchwood finale attached bookcase to the wall I repaired months ago
Happy belated birthday Caroline! Hope you had a lovely day in NY:)
I did my laundry and am in the process of cleaning my closet, but my brain is still on warpspeed on yesterday's issue. So here is the second part of the smoking-rant.
I feel under attack by smokers on a daily basis. That's right: no more sugarcoating, no more euphemisms like 'smoking bothers me', because that's just not how it feels. In real life I'm a lot more outspoken on any subject that annoys me, so I really shouldn't hold back in my journal when it comes to my number one grievance. (I have a list)
Let's not go into that debate of second hand smoking. I personally think the facts speak for themselves, but every discussion ends up in comparing data and everybody thinks they're right. To summarize: I think smoking stinks and I feel bad when I smell smoke. It hurts my throat and eyes and the anger about not being able to breathe clean air gives me a headache.
I try to avoid smokers as much as I can, but somehow they always end up in my face. In my experience 'they' don't understand how much of a nuisance they are. To illustrate: even in my own house I'm not safe: if anyone lights up in the stairway, I can smell it in my hallway and slowly the stink invades my bedroom and the rest of my apartment. I can't sit on my balconies, because neighbours and passers by smoke outside. My solution would be to have people only smoke in their own home, or in designated areas with doors and windows closed. But the government in all its wisdom has decided to ban smoking from bars and promote smoking outdoors. This does not make me happy, since there is no place I can hide.
Also: smokers stink even without a cigarette. That guy who came around to fix the drainage in my shower yesterday? Smoker. After he left I had to air out my bathroom until I could use it without gagging.
Same thing at work after dealing with clients who smoke. It's really hard for me to put on my nice face when I have to focus on breathing.
I realize it's impossible to have every person smell nice, but I can usually tell when I'm in the vicinity of a smoker. By now you should have some idea how I feel about them.
It wears me out to have to explain or defend myself time and time again. And since I don't understand how anyone can consciously choose to start a habit that is stupid for more than one reason, I have nothing but contempt for people who smoke.
But as long as smokers stay away from me (and mostly that means I stay away from them) I'm fine and they are safe from my scorn.
So why do I care that Mr. Urie is holding a cigarette?
Well, it works like this: in my world there are three kinds of people. I've traveled all over this globe and when it comes down to it, I divide my fellow humans in to these categories:stupid people/people I loathe people who don't concern me good people/people I admire
When someone I consider to be good peoplenot to mention extremely fuckable steps off his pedestal and ends up on the side of the enemy, I feel betrayed. I get confused, angry and disappointed all in one. Since I can't simply stop admiring them for other qualities, it's a big mind fuck.
There are a lot of people I love/like who cross categories. Not just people you know, but even members of my family and people I would call friends. This is something I deal with every day. People suck. My life is hard.
carolinecrane a happy birthday!nickngregHappy belated birthday Caroline! Hope you had a lovely day in NY:)
I did my laundry and am in the process of cleaning my closet, but my brain is still on warpspeed on yesterday's issue. So here is the second part of the smoking-rant.
I feel under attack by smokers on a daily basis. That's right: no more sugarcoating, no more euphemisms like 'smoking bothers me', because that's just not how it feels. In real life I'm a lot more outspoken on any subject that annoys me, so I really shouldn't hold back in my journal when it comes to my number one grievance. (I have a list)
Let's not go into that debate of second hand smoking. I personally think the facts speak for themselves, but every discussion ends up in comparing data and everybody thinks they're right. To summarize: I think smoking stinks and I feel bad when I smell smoke. It hurts my throat and eyes and the anger about not being able to breathe clean air gives me a headache.
I try to avoid smokers as much as I can, but somehow they always end up in my face. In my experience 'they' don't understand how much of a nuisance they are. To illustrate: even in my own house I'm not safe: if anyone lights up in the stairway, I can smell it in my hallway and slowly the stink invades my bedroom and the rest of my apartment. I can't sit on my balconies, because neighbours and passers by smoke outside. My solution would be to have people only smoke in their own home, or in designated areas with doors and windows closed. But the government in all its wisdom has decided to ban smoking from bars and promote smoking outdoors. This does not make me happy, since there is no place I can hide.
Also: smokers stink even without a cigarette. That guy who came around to fix the drainage in my shower yesterday? Smoker. After he left I had to air out my bathroom until I could use it without gagging.
Same thing at work after dealing with clients who smoke. It's really hard for me to put on my nice face when I have to focus on breathing.
I realize it's impossible to have every person smell nice, but I can usually tell when I'm in the vicinity of a smoker. By now you should have some idea how I feel about them.
It wears me out to have to explain or defend myself time and time again. And since I don't understand how anyone can consciously choose to start a habit that is stupid for more than one reason, I have nothing but contempt for people who smoke.
But as long as smokers stay away from me (and mostly that means I stay away from them) I'm fine and they are safe from my scorn.
So why do I care that Mr. Urie is holding a cigarette?
Well, it works like this: in my world there are three kinds of people. I've traveled all over this globe and when it comes down to it, I divide my fellow humans in to these categories:
When someone I consider to be good people
There are a lot of people I love/like who cross categories. Not just people you know, but even members of my family and people I would call friends. This is something I deal with every day. People suck. My life is hard.