I'm a smoker.
There I said it.
As a smoker, I of course know all the horrible things smoking does to me. Trust me. I know it all. But I still choose to smoke. I have no inclination to quit at the moment although I like to think one day I will. Just not now. Why? Partly because popping outside for a cheeky fag while Son is napping, or in the evening when he's gone to bed and Husband is checking his e-mail, gives me thrills. It's the only time I am doing something that has nothing to do with Son or Husband. It. Is. Mine. It may be bad for me, but it is still mine.
One thing all smokers hate is being told and nagged to stop smoking. And to hear, the whole "do you know what those things will do to you!?" ... YES. We do! Really! And guess what! We've got enough with our mother's breathing down out necks and pressuring us to quit without you adding to that. And NO it doesn't make me more likely to quit, if anything it makes me want to start chain smoking in a little one-finger-up to you salute.
Really. It must be the most annoying thing in the world.
And what gets me is 90% of the time the people who are nagging me are people who don't actually care about me. And I don't mean that in a "boo hoo, why don't you love me?" sort of way. I just mean they are random work colleagues, who occasionally I do the niceties with when we happen to bump into each other at the water cooler. But other than that, there is no talking, or how do you do's. So WHY do you feel it's your place to ask me what I am doing when you see me going out for a fag, or to leave posters on my desk with quit smoking help lines.
If you're not careful, next time I light this bad boy up, it'll be right up your ¬£$%$^¬£¬""%&*