I just finished leaving an entry on a wall in Facebook and I am not sure whether I should feel proud or ashamed. My sin was to have totally chewed out a perfect stranger whom a friend encouraged me to encourage to quit smoking.
In the first place the entry enraged me with it's smug silliness. This young woman posted an appeal for 5000 people to leave messages for her in order to urge and/or coerce her into giving her parents a Christmas present.....the gift of her stopping smoking. I will only quote the few words that sent me over the top........
.....I can, but I don't want to".......
Yeah, sure......and pigs can fly. Having been the worst kind of Niccotine Addict I can say that any smoker with half a brain would definitely want to........it's the "I can" part that rouses my suspicions...... everyone lies to themselves about some things and any addiction brings out the lies in large numbers. Anyway, I found myself actually participating in this charade by leaving a comment (if you can call frothing at the mouth in a definitely unladylike fashion a comment). This is when I discovered that Facebook is not for the wordy or long winded.......I had hardly completed my diatribe and attempted to post it when I was rebuked by the damned software because I was apparently over the word limit. (One of the things I hate about Facebook is its shallowness......all of those people attempting to "reach out and touch somebody" and, as far as I am concerned, failing miserably.) At this point annoyance had triumped over reason and I spent 15 precious minutes of my life editing my offering down to the bare bones so that it would be accepted but still deliver the message I wanted to get across.
However, I have found, since I started this damned blogging, that a character flaw that used to be reserved for tangibles (like being unable to throw things out and unable to resist taking in and restoring things that my neighbors threw out) had spread to my being unable to even waste WORDS. (Oh, God, what IS to become of me???.....) So, I carefully collected all of the discarded words, phrases, sentences and assorted epithets and deposited them in my blog basket for use herein. Without further ado, below is the full, unexpurgated version of my comment.......
"You silly, shallow, spoiled, self-absorbed, nay, I might even go so far as to say stupid infant. I fervently recommend that you develop a modicum of sense and a morsel of character before you bother to try to quit smoking.
You have been given the gift of life and parents who apparently care about you and you are wasting those precious assets with this infantile game to see how many fools you can recruit to give you "rah rahs". I suggest you save the outrageous money wasted on cigarettes for your old age when you can use it for oxygen tanks or other such equipment to help you breathe..
Dammit, I am 83 years old and know whereof I speak. I was once a 4 pack-a day smoker....a total addict....smoked every waking moment. Smoked in the shower, in the swimming pool, not quite during sex but immediately after it and even woke up during the night in order to satisfy my need for another puff. I got off lucky......managed to quit 25 years ago and, so far, I am still breathing on my own, but not a day goes by that I don't give thanks for my good fortune.
If you can, as you say "do it" then, for crissakes, DO it already !"
Do you think I overreacted??? I would be enormously grateful if 5000 of you responded to my query.