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The problem with smoke is that it doesn't just affect you. It bothers people around you, a lot. I mean, it's disgusting going out to a disco and leaving with all your clothes, hair, you name it, reeking of smoke. Or having to inhale a breath of someone else's smoke.
There is also the health factor. Not only does it affect your health. It contributes to damaging the health of others. Ok, maybe not your smoke alone. But if no-one smoked, I'm sure there would be alot less smoke related cancers and illnesses cropping up.
I have never smoked in my entire life. But I have been surrounded by smokers all my life. It bothers me that I am forced to put up with it. Hey I wouldn't care if it didn't bother me or affect my health. I mean, I don't go around pissing in your food or slipping potentially deadly toxins in the air you breathe.
Why should you be able to blow smoke where I'm eating or in my face.
Portugal has only had a smoking ban in public places and the workplace since this January. I am very thankful for it. The first time I went out to dinner and then didn't have to send my clothes out for dry-cleaning the next day was wonderful. I have noticed though that the air outdoors smells a lot more of cigarettes.
I'm not usually radical, but I hate cigarettes and they have no place in my life. I say quit smoking already and do something more useful with your money and your life.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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