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after graduating college, i am now back at home. both of my parents are smokers, probably 1 pack a day for each of them, and they both smoke in the house. they can not or refuse to understand why it bothers me so much. it's like living in an ash-tray.
i guess i could make the excuse for them that they were just brought up in a different time, when smoking away into your toddler's face was socially acceptable and normal.
i realized i'm biased. i hate ciggarettes. i've never tried one. i would probably feel physically ill if i tried. a student film director wanted to fire me when i refused. (hooray for student films...). I hate the agenda that movies have in making cigarrettes look cool. because they don't!
when i jump out of my bias I realize that smokers are not bad people, jsut that a lot of them are incredibly inconsiderate (like most of the human race). when I jump back in, I wish they'd die so as to remove themselves from the gene pool. I've opted out of dating women because they were smokers.
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