Suffocate me

I can't really say that I hate all smokers, because allot of my friends are smokers; however, smoking really gets to me. If all smokers were to smoke in little hermetically sealed rooms and didn't bug me with their noxious floating stale miasma, or if at least they ask before smoking right next to me, then I don't really care. If they want to give their pets and children cancer and make their houses smell funny that is fine with me. Another thing that drives me nuts about smoking is the cigarette butts. People seem to assume that since their cigarette butts are small, a lot of them lying around wouldn’t matter, because they're small and thus they all sum to zero. The only problem is that the world doesn't work like that. (obviously) A lot of small things put together makes a BIG pile of small things. Thus all over the world, I see piles of cigarette butts; on the beaches, in the forests, in the water, on the plains, by the roads, and in my bloody yard! No place is safe from cigarette butts. I have seen people in pristine wilderness throw cigarette butts into the long grass. I have seen people smoking in their friends or neighbor’s yard, and just throw their butts down. What were they thinking? I've come to the conclusion that they just were not thinking, and that they are just like most people, careless and lazy. Would it really be so hard to be the kind of smoker that keeps all of their cigarette butts in their pocket or in a little tin when there are no garbage cans around. However, since most smokers have no care as to who or what they bother with their smoke, or what will happen to their cigarette butts when they drop them, they are now subject to my rants. (or the subject of my rants) May tiny heaps of paper suffocate them all.