Why I Can't Date a Smoker

Not that I date a smoker, of course. But today's Grey's Anatomy episode got me thinking about smoking. It was literally a teensy tiny bit of the episode, but thats what got me thinking.

My theory is that you don't have to love or respect yourself in order to be in love with someone, but you certainly do have to respect yourself in order to respect someone else.

Proof:

Second-hand smoke is deadly. If you smoke, I certainly don't consider that to be respecting yourself. You are killing yourself. Not only that, but you are also killing the people around you. The people you care about.

I suppose its personal for me. I break out in a hacking cough when I get too near smoke. I mean even a smoker just walking past with a cigarette.

If you really love someone, wouldn't you stop smoking for them? To keep them healthy, because you respect them and love them too much to hurt them?

So thats my theory on smoking. You can't respect someone unless you respect yourself by, for example, not smoking.

A few more days to mark 13 months.

I still have to be careful.  I hate being careful. But thats another story.

Today I have a different story. A story about a friend I can't tell a story to. Probably because it is, in fact, a story about that person that would proceed to make that person somewhat upset. Somewhat is somewhat an understatement.

How do you tell someone something they don't want to hear and probably won't believe? I think it would be for this person's own good, but this person will really think otherwise.

Oh well, as long as I find more reasons to procrastinate, I can think of exactly how this will turn out. Hopefully it will resolve itself on its own.

I have to be careful. I still have to be careful.

I miss him.

Yesterday marked a year.

I just want to hold his hand.

How long do I have to wait this time?

I can't say anything anymore.

Risk is too high.

Maybe in a couple months.

Thats what happens when you get caught.

Bye, everyone.