I can’t judge anyone because first I have to look at my own life. Could I give up real Italian pizza for the rest of my life? Would I never allow Lindt chocolate to touch my lips? Could I ask someone to stop smoking or judge them because they do smoke? To all of these questions, I have to answer NO.
BUT, I am annoyed by the impact that smoking has on my life.
My neighbours, I wrote about their son yesterday, are regular smokers who have created a beautiful outdoor living room because they won’t smoke in their house. He is a realtor and knows that if you smoke in a house it affects its resale value. (I am not going to mention the affect that smoking has on ones lungs!) Anyways, when our neighbours are out smoking, I feel uncomfortable and mildly nauseous playing outside with my children. The smoke wafts into our backyard, through our sandbox and into our lungs.
Our neighbours backyard living room under the roof.
Yesterday, we were outside our beautiful new public library. Fifteen month old, OC, is starting to walk more and more, but sometimes he does crawl. There is a slight ramp at the entrance to our library. He walked halfway down the ramp, fell hands first and crawled through a pile of cigarette butts.
Here is our new library. You can’t see the cigarette butts that litter the front entrance.
Feel free to smoke, but do it in your own house!
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I totally agree! DS picks up cigarettes that were dropped on the sidewalk, and it is totally revolting. And I hate how when a smoker gets on a bus, he usually just drops the cigarette on the street and doesn’t put it out. And then I have two choices: Breathe the smoke, or put it out myself. Disgusting, selfish creatures. Especially when they smoke around kids.