I have a confession to make: I’m a smoker. I enjoy cigarettes, and I don’t care who knows it. However, in this day and age, it seems I have to care. Apparently my smoking is causing children to smoke, and making everyone around me die from lung cancer and throat cancer and over-inflated ego cancer.
At least, that’s what the Truth advertising campaign seems to want the world to believe. According to them, the smoking conglomerates are evil corporations that want to destroy the world with their evil products. They make it seem like smokers are bad people simply because they smoke.
I consider myself to be considerate as a smoker; if a child is walking by and I’m enjoying a cigarette, I walk away from them because I don’t believe it’s right to smoke near children. If I’m smoking and someone politely asks me to put out my cigarette, I’ll do it. no questions asked. The only problem is, I rarely get a chance to do these things.
Instead, if a parent sees me smoking, they instantly cling their child to them and give me the evil eye, as if I was going to walk up to the child, blow smoke in their face and say “Hey Johnny, guess what? Cigarettes are as great as candy and they’ll let you become a superstar!” If I light up a cigarette and someone doesn’t want me to smoke, they’ll indignantly start coughing in an exaggerated manner or blame me for ruining their lungs. Yes, my sole objective for smoking my cigarette is to give YOU cancer. Please, lock me up and throw away the key.
As a smoker, I know the dangers of smoking. I know that it will cause health problems. I know that it will shorten my life span. Guess what? So does eating junk food. So does drinking alcohol. So does smoking pot. Are there bills to put a big skull and crossbones on bottles of Jagermeister and say “THIS WILL KILL YOUR LIVER”? Are there going to be warning labels on your Reese’s Cups that tell you it will make you obese and clog your arteries?
Yes. Cigarettes are bad for you. I understand that. But I enjoy it, and do it in moderation, which is how life should go. So next time you see me lighting a cigarette, don’t walk up to me and say “STOP RUINING MY LUNGS!” I mean, WHATDAFXUP with THAT?