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Thinking Esther is an idiot because smoking doesn't make noise?
Allow me to explain.
First, smoking DOES make a noise. A horrible noise. A noise that makes my insides shrivel and my teeth clench just writing about it.
Most people have their own personal noise-that-gives-them-the-heebedy-jeebies. Fingernails on a blackboard is generally the most unpopular, there's that high-pitched squeal of agony caused by a fork on a plate, and one of mine is the folds of a certain kind of cloth (no idea what it's called) rubbing together. That noise is a low, raspy growl and when I hear it I absolutely have to either get away or make it stop.
But it doesn't compare to the crackle and the intake of breath from a smoker sucking that crap into his lungs. Oh that noise! My eardrums feel like they are trying to fold in on themselves so that they won't implode.
It's true that you have to be fairly close to a smoker to hear it, but if your circumstances keep you near a smoker on a frequent basis you'll find that secondhand smoke is loathsome for more than just it's smell.
To clarify, I love the crisp crackle of a bonfire, of candles, of every other sort of fire. It's just the sound of a cigarette burning that sets me climbing walls to escape.
Thinking Esther is an idiot because smoking doesn't make noise?
Allow me to explain.
First, smoking DOES make a noise. A horrible noise. A noise that makes my insides shrivel and my teeth clench just writing about it.
Most people have their own personal noise-that-gives-them-the-heebedy-jeebies. Fingernails on a blackboard is generally the most unpopular, there's that high-pitched squeal of agony caused by a fork on a plate, and one of mine is the folds of a certain kind of cloth (no idea what it's called) rubbing together. That noise is a low, raspy growl and when I hear it I absolutely have to either get away or make it stop.
But it doesn't compare to the crackle and the intake of breath from a smoker sucking that crap into his lungs. Oh that noise! My eardrums feel like they are trying to fold in on themselves so that they won't implode.
It's true that you have to be fairly close to a smoker to hear it, but if your circumstances keep you near a smoker on a frequent basis you'll find that secondhand smoke is loathsome for more than just it's smell.
To clarify, I love the crisp crackle of a bonfire, of candles, of every other sort of fire. It's just the sound of a cigarette burning that sets me climbing walls to escape.
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