good foreign relations begin with isolationism
My neighbors smoke in the apartment next to mine. It comes through the walls and the radiator. It is nauseous. I am nauseated. If you have trouble keeping that straight, like most people do, think of poisonous. If you eat bad sushi, you don’t say, “I’m poisonous,” do you? The fish is poisonous. You are poisoned. The smoke is nauseous. I am nauseated. They smoke in the elevator too, the pricks.
People should respect each other more. Smoking in your own place is one thing, the elevator is something else. I’d rather listen to acid-house-caffeine-jazz-dub, loud as 100W woofers will go, than smoke. So I do.