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My one buddy had athsma attacks all the time and I was a real prick about it when we were younger. We'd be doing something, he'd have an attack and either have to hit his puffer or just sit and catch his breath for a while if he didn't have it. I'd wait like 5 seconds and be like "You good to go?" Another buddy would be like "He can't fucking breathe, Abe. Give him a second." and I'd be like "Oh, is Tubby out of breath again?" I don't know how I ever had friends or why anyone liked me lol. If he didn't have his puffer I'd lecture him and be like "You're gonna die in the woods one of these times if you keep forgetting that fucking puffer. Get your shit together." While he was wheezing like he was gonna die. That couldn't have been very helpful.Now that I am acting again, I get really fawking suicidal during asthma attacks.
I used to see people hitting an inhaler as one of the most hilariously pathetic actions ever. The whole thing, the way they pull it out all red-faced, give it a shake and puff it. The sound it makes. It all made me laugh because I just couldn't fathom losing my breath if I wasn't really exerting myself. Now that I've been smoking for like 20 years and I'm beginning to lose my endless stamina, being out of breath is like the worst feeling ever. My dad has diabetes and I always used to think that was hilarious and no big deal either and didn't understand why he didn't like it when I made fun of it. It's pretty much crippled him at this point.
I've spent a lot of my life being a pretty shitty person and never immediately realized it. I've lived my life to intimidate and laugh at people. Not ALL the time though. I'm also a sensitive bitch towards certain people and I do feel like I'm ultimately a good person, but in hindsight I just didn't notice when I was being a mean prick because I just expected everyone to be tough.