New Orleans memories…
Magnetic Poetry 365:174
New Orleans memories…
New Orleans memories…
New Orleans memories…
New Orleans memories…
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Haha!
Who knew it was poetry all along?
I don’t get it.
After Tim stopped smoking, his challenges included being around other people who smoked, or being in situations in which he’d smoked before. So the first time we went to New Orleans after he’d quit, he said if I ever saw him cast a longing glance at someone else’s cigarette or make a move toward smoking, I was emphatically to remind him, “You’ll die!” It became the catchphrase of that weekend among our friends about all kinds of things other than cigarettes.
Ah. That explains it. I didn’t think you could be laughing at people who smoke dying!
No, that would be wrong, particularly since smoking contributed to the deaths of both my parents!
Hence my confusion. Sorry if my clarification caused any offence.
No offense at all! I don’t find it difficult to acknowledge that smoking contributed to my parents’ deaths, but I also understand what it is to be a smoker and to be unable or unwilling to stop smoking. I don’t see any point in chastising people about their smoking habit when all of us do things all the time that put our well being at risk. Food choices, not wearing helmets or seat belts, speeding, living in polluted areas, not drinking enough water–the list goes on and on. Part of being an adult in a free country is making choices–even bad choices.
Cool. Thanks. I’m glad Chris has stopped smoking again, but I would never tell him not to smoke. And my dad is too old to change now. Silly.