Am I the only one left in this world who doesn't smoke, and would even go as far as to think it's disgusting? 
It's no secret that it kills people 
, nobody's really disputing this anymore. And it smells really bad. I don't get it.
I really do have this total, probably unnatural, hatred of the shit. I'm gonna go ahead and Psych 101 myself (as us Psych majors tend to do), and say it has something to do with my dad, and the fact that cigrettes, at one very long point in my life, seemed more important to him than me or my siblings. He couldn't get through a meal or a movie, or the nigth without a smoke. At his house, he smoked inside, constantly. It smelled awful, and it smelled bad, and it was like a contact headache, just walking inside. We would beg him to at least smoke outside while we were there, and he would agree to patronize us, then turn around and light up. On more than one occasion, my sister, a severe asthmatic, had to leave. She couldn't breathe properly. And I would constantly wake up in the middle of the night to him smoking in bed, since apparently it was completely okay for me to breathe second-hand smoke while I was asleep. It kills me less then.
So, yeah, smoking's bad and I hate it, and I hate that, like, everyone does it, and doesn't care. Thank goodness I live in California, where I can at least get through a meal without being exposed to someone else's strive for cancer.
/me steps off my soapbox
It's no secret that it kills people , nobody's really disputing this anymore. And it smells really bad. I don't get it.
I really do have this total, probably unnatural, hatred of the shit. I'm gonna go ahead and Psych 101 myself (as us Psych majors tend to do), and say it has something to do with my dad, and the fact that cigrettes, at one very long point in my life, seemed more important to him than me or my siblings. He couldn't get through a meal or a movie, or the nigth without a smoke. At his house, he smoked inside, constantly. It smelled awful, and it smelled bad, and it was like a contact headache, just walking inside. We would beg him to at least smoke outside while we were there, and he would agree to patronize us, then turn around and light up. On more than one occasion, my sister, a severe asthmatic, had to leave. She couldn't breathe properly. And I would constantly wake up in the middle of the night to him smoking in bed, since apparently it was completely okay for me to breathe second-hand smoke while I was asleep. It kills me less then.
So, yeah, smoking's bad and I hate it, and I hate that, like, everyone does it, and doesn't care. Thank goodness I live in California, where I can at least get through a meal without being exposed to someone else's strive for cancer.
/me steps off my soapbox
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I totally forgot that tonight is the night that Michelle Tea, my favorite lesbian writer, is having a reading at the Jon Sims center for the Arts. (If you want to come, it's at 11th and Mission at 8pm.)
I don't think i'll have enough to go to the reading and also go clubbing tonight. DAMMIT!
I am for sure going to 26 Mixx tomorrow night though, with a couple of friends, if you would like to meet. I'm sosososo sorry! I just can't miss Michelle Tea, she reads like twice a year.
Please forgive me for being a frosted FLAKE!
[Edited on Apr 13, 2003]