Add Memory | Add To Friends
shinigami (profile) wrote,
on 11-20-2005 at 10:00pm
Subject: To all smokers
I hate you.

Hm, that's a little broad. I'll clarify.

I don't hate you, I hate the decisions you make. I may not know you as a person, but I do know something about you. You sit at bars or outside on the curve smoking your fifth pack in a week, drinking your beer (or whatever the hell you drink) and itch for another one. You try and ignore the urge to scratch at it but it's always there, always in the back of your mind. And when the itch gets to be too much, you light up. It relaxes you. But it hurts you. The taste buds in your mouth scream at you in rage, for they have nothing to taste anymore. Your lung protest in agony trying to get a breath of fresh air. Mother Earth looks at you, ashamed that you would be hurting her and her people in such a way. You throw your last empty pack on the ground and rummage through your coat for the other pack that you bought with the last of your paycheck. You light up again and the itch is gone. The people next to you glare and cringe at you, you reek of this stuff. The tobacco companies love you for it and put more intoxicating chemicals into their product, telling you it's the better, smoother brand when in fact they just add more rat poison to it in hopes that you keep smoking and pass it on to your children. They don't care about you, you think, them people in their damn mansions, they don't care, but my cigarettes do, they're the only ones...You blow out the last puff of smoke and finish your beer. That's the stuff, you tell yourself, that's just what I needed. I don't need anyone but my itch. But there, behind you, all around you are the people who love you. They love you so much that they'd do anything for you, but you can't do anything for them. They see what you're doing; they see it and try to stop it. But it's useless, you've ignored them. You don't acknowledge their presence. And when you do notice them, it's too late; they've given up on you and gone. But they still love you and would do anything for you. Why would you hurt them? Why would you hurt the ones you love? They cry when they can't be with you, for you prefer something that can calm you and kill you at the same time. Instant gratification, just what the American people want, right? But it doesn't matter how much they love you, because you will only love your one and only itch.
Post A Comment

1010101

11-20-05 11:36pm

Hmm, I like the new icon...

...The piece you wrote her is pretty good, but uh, if I was a smoker, I'd either be pissed, roll my eyes or do both. 'tis somewhat rude to just say that smokers only love their craving for nicotine. I mean, to my knowledge, most hate the craving...

...and to my knowledge, most still are capable of loving others.

And, just my opinion here, to say that someone does not love others because they can't/refuse to smoke is just about as rude as blowing smoke in someone's face.

I can't say I support smoking at all. I'll agree that there's really no point to it, it's too expensive, it smells bad, it harms the body, and it really has no positive consequence aside from being able to take smoke breaks. Telling someone who can't quit, or who refuses to quit, that all they can love is their habit isn't likely to get them to quit (kind of like telling someone who isn't a christian that they're going to hell).

Just figured I'd give you my opinion on the matter, do with it what you will...

(reply to this)

shinigami

Re:, 11-21-05 12:46am

This is how I feel about the matter. The person who I'm speaking of knows who he is.

(reply to comment)

hwnchick

11-21-05 12:47am

i absolutly adore your icon

(reply to this)

Brianna

11-21-05 7:06pm

I'm not sure I completely agree with you, but it is beautifully written.

(reply to this)