I used to really dislike smokers a lot. I wouldn’t use the word hate as it is such a strong word.
The smell of a smoking ciggaratte never fails to make me cringe.
On addition to that, dad influence me a lot in this particular matter.
He really dislike smokers too and of course he’s not one himself.
I’m very proud to have a dad that doesn’t smoke though most of his friends and brothers do smoke.
I remember how when we’re dining outside, especially at hawker stall dad will never pick a table beside a smoker’s table.

I recall few years back how I’m that annoying girl friend who nags everytime any of my friend smoke infront of me.
How it will destroy one’s health. Not to mention the smoker itself, but the people surrounding who inhale second hand smoke (example me).
Nag and nag. Asking why do they like to smoke so much and no matter what reason they throw at me, to me it’s just a pretty damn lame excuses.
I even picked ‘how smoking kills’ for my public speaking class.
I was very determine. For what? I don’t know.

Until the point where more and more of my friends picked up the smoking habit, more and more friends I met smokes.
Then I realize there isnt any point in nagging and I start to really get use to smokers around me without myself even realizing it.

I eventually stopped all my nagging. It stopped being an issue.
Even guys I like are actually smokers. Nothing wrong with that, I thought to myself. I even said I don’t mind them smoking, in fact I really didn’t mine. Couldn’t care less.

Even me myself was once tempted by that cancer stick.
Times when I was down, emotionally down. Those once what seem like a bloody lame excuse suddenly make sense.
It destress you a little, it clears your mind a little when it is congested with what seem like rubbish.
Which is why I hate people offering me that stick that seems like a magic wand, being able to clear my clog mind.
I’m afraid one day I no longer have the will to say no to whoever that offers it to me.
Haven’t try taking a puff yet, not even as a social smoker for I know that I won’t be a social smoker only.

And then this smoking thing starts coming back, becoming an issue all over again when I find out that it’s really hard to see people you love smoking that cancer stick and not nagging.
When you love someone be it friends or whoever, you really wouldn’t want anything bad to happen on them.
Finally it all make sense again, you see them taking puff after puff and all you could ever think of at that very moment is how bad that bloody stick is destroying their health.
And well, it just hurts a little and a little bit more.

To people I love, friends and family I love; smoke less.
Smoke less will be the only annoying words from me to smokers.

Smoke less, smoke less, smoke less x 1000000000 times (super annoying me).