Huffing and Puffing

This week has been one crappy, exhausting day followed by another, and it's only Monday. Anyway, the point of this story is, i was venting to a friend today about how irritated i was and he suggested that i "go out for a smoke." The idea at the time it was proposed seemed almost too tempting. I'm not a smoker but a cigarette, or two or three, would've been the perfect cure for my ailing soul.

Luckily i work at a beautiful setting that almost feels like a mini-break destination on most days. The air is fresh, the scenery is green, and the landscaping is calming. So as soon as i stepped outside i cringed at myself for even entertaining the idea of smoking.

You see, i think smoking is disgusting. It is also unhealthy and blah blah but i don't care much for that. We keep a hundred unhealthy habits so smoking would only be a hundred and one. But it is disgusting in so many other ways. Smell, first and foremost. It is irritating that as a people, Egyptians could be quite negligent of pleasant smells. Smoker don't even notice that they stink most of the time. Seriously no amount of perfume or gum will take out the stink of burnt tobacco. I wouldn't want to walk around like that. I would hate to have the permanent stain of tobacco odor on my clothes. We don't go out dressed in dirty clothes yet we accept being covered in dirty smell.

Smokers cannot function without the pack: they come in a package of person plus box. They're always looking for a lighter, asking for one, or refusing to share one. Smoking starts to control their actions and soon becomes just irritating to everyone else around. For fuck's sake if you forget your pack in the car move your ass and go get it i hate to listen to whining about forgotten packs.

My least favorite is when I'm on the phone with a smoker and they have to stop to huff and puff in mid-sentence. Seriously it annoys the hell out of me because i get confused as to why their suddenly not speaking anymore then i hear the exhale of poison fumes.