A belated merry Christmas to everyone, and a continuing happy holidays! I hope we all got our fill of the season so far. Don't mind me, just venting a wee bit - feel free to chime in and tell me what's on your mind as well.
Those familiar members of doubt and criticism aren't an uncommon thing, by far. Normally, I wouldn't let things bother me as much as they did yesterday, I'm a big proponent of treating nay-sayers like water off a duck's back - after all, this is my personal hobby and habit, and I'm not setting out to impress anyone, so why let the uninformed scold me on it, right?
So normally it doesn't bug me - but I'd sure like to just sit here and bitch about it for a second, because of the direction it took, and who was doing the dishing.
I've got this person in my family that I love, respect and admire. This person - a male - has been vaping in secret from his wife for the past year and a half or so to try and cut down on the cigarettes, and though I don't cheer for his secrecy, I have (a few times now) tried my hand at assisting him in his road to not-smoking anymore. Kind of a two sided blade, on one hand I want to help him off the ciggies, but on the other hand I don't want to contribute to his constant lying to his wife, a nice enough person of her own right. She "doesn't know" about his occasional cigarettes, either.
Yesterday we gathered and talked, and had some good times - until we went outside to let pop smoke a stinkie and I can get some nicotine in me myself.
First thing out of the gate, a comment is made about the noise my half-open Crown is making. Namely, "Oh man, is that one of those dumbass fans in there?" I had an idea that he'd have seen, or worked with someone that had a 'turbo' turbine in the mouthpiece of their vape. He probably works with vape bros a lot in his trade, so I go 'no, this is a somewhat recently purchased tank, the airflow is just open a bit.' I don't get down on the turbine thing, it has always felt like quite a gimmick and I've never even tried one, but to each their own!
Either way, he then proceeds to light a cigarette (remember, she "doesn't know," so we had to venture around the back of the garage by this point.) and complain about his vaping set up - which is an old CE5 on top of a VV eGo batt - both of which I got him as a gift about, well, seven or so months ago. Namely, it tastes like crap, he's spending too much money on juice, he's gotten dud coils from the pack, he doesn't get a satisfying vape anymore etc etc. I'm vaping a .25 stock Crown coil at 40w - barely enough to get the coils hot and stay satisfied myself, being respectful not to send out big ol' chunky "clouds" and all that. Without even really missing a beat, he starts knocking the vapor I'm putting out, talking about being a "cloud bro." Fine, whatever, ribbing is ribbing, right?
I'll joke back. "No, this is more what you're talking about." 75w, airflow opened up, max-vg juice in the tank - whoof.
"Yeah, bro, we get it - you vape." Dang. Quoting memes, fine. Alright, so, nevermind - I'll go the other way with it. I had told him all along about my DIY thing, we text and chat semi-regularly, so I haven't exactly kept the fact that I'm mixing my own juice a secret or anything. He, however, has never shown any interest in it, or making an "order" or asking to try it or anything. Yesterday, I found out why.
I offered to mix him up a couple bottles of juice of whatever flavor he'd like, help cut down on the cost - seeing as we don't meet face-to-face very often, I offered him a batch of whatever flavors he'd like. He alluded to the fact that I was vaping some form of bathtub juice or another, how it was cheap and different from store bought juice - about how I was using inferior flavorings and probably didn't know what I was even doing. At this point, it went from being playful and joking, a little friendly ribbing to kind of confrontational.
"There's four ingredients in juice - propylene glycol, vegetable glycerin, fla-"
"Vegetable glycol."
"... I'm sorry, what?"
"Vegetable glycol. Not glycerin, glycol. See? You don't even know your own ingredients."
I mean, what the hell's going on here? Everything I give him ends up stolen "lol truck got broken into, your mod you gave me is gone now" (that prompted my going out and getting him a new set up), broken or "just shit" and thrown away. I'm mixing some dirty-ass bathtub juice with random shit I find the garage, and I'm out to gimmick my way to the biggest and most obnoxious clouds imaginable. I offer insight as to why his vape isn't cutting it, and I don't know what I'm talking about - obviously.
I didn't press the matter, we weren't outside all that long, but deep down I wanted to just shake him. "This tank is on the same coil it came with almost three weeks ago, I've put countless tanks' worth of juice through it - juice that I made personally, with ingredients and knowledge that I've taken interest in and invested actual time and effort into knowing about. It would be like questioning you on your trade, granted I'm not in the industry of vaping, but I'll bet you I know a helluva lot more about it than some of the people at the gas station you buy your shit juice from." Biting the hand that once fed you. Almost smacks of betrayal.
But I didn't say any of that, I kept things nice and mutually pleasant. I smiled, I nodded, I made nice and shook hands and gave out hugs when they boogied on outta there. But I sure as shit am not spending another dime, sending one more text or picture message, or offering diddly squat for advice on jack shit anymore pal. Not tomorrow, not next week. When your tank shits the bed and you want to know what to get, I'll send you a google url for a search result for another CE5.
So, yeah, this time - for the first, real time - it bothered me.
Alright, enough of my belly-aching. If this is the wrong place, please fix me
Thank you, and have a wonderful post-Christmas day.
Those familiar members of doubt and criticism aren't an uncommon thing, by far. Normally, I wouldn't let things bother me as much as they did yesterday, I'm a big proponent of treating nay-sayers like water off a duck's back - after all, this is my personal hobby and habit, and I'm not setting out to impress anyone, so why let the uninformed scold me on it, right?
So normally it doesn't bug me - but I'd sure like to just sit here and bitch about it for a second, because of the direction it took, and who was doing the dishing.
I've got this person in my family that I love, respect and admire. This person - a male - has been vaping in secret from his wife for the past year and a half or so to try and cut down on the cigarettes, and though I don't cheer for his secrecy, I have (a few times now) tried my hand at assisting him in his road to not-smoking anymore. Kind of a two sided blade, on one hand I want to help him off the ciggies, but on the other hand I don't want to contribute to his constant lying to his wife, a nice enough person of her own right. She "doesn't know" about his occasional cigarettes, either.
Yesterday we gathered and talked, and had some good times - until we went outside to let pop smoke a stinkie and I can get some nicotine in me myself.
First thing out of the gate, a comment is made about the noise my half-open Crown is making. Namely, "Oh man, is that one of those dumbass fans in there?" I had an idea that he'd have seen, or worked with someone that had a 'turbo' turbine in the mouthpiece of their vape. He probably works with vape bros a lot in his trade, so I go 'no, this is a somewhat recently purchased tank, the airflow is just open a bit.' I don't get down on the turbine thing, it has always felt like quite a gimmick and I've never even tried one, but to each their own!
Either way, he then proceeds to light a cigarette (remember, she "doesn't know," so we had to venture around the back of the garage by this point.) and complain about his vaping set up - which is an old CE5 on top of a VV eGo batt - both of which I got him as a gift about, well, seven or so months ago. Namely, it tastes like crap, he's spending too much money on juice, he's gotten dud coils from the pack, he doesn't get a satisfying vape anymore etc etc. I'm vaping a .25 stock Crown coil at 40w - barely enough to get the coils hot and stay satisfied myself, being respectful not to send out big ol' chunky "clouds" and all that. Without even really missing a beat, he starts knocking the vapor I'm putting out, talking about being a "cloud bro." Fine, whatever, ribbing is ribbing, right?
I'll joke back. "No, this is more what you're talking about." 75w, airflow opened up, max-vg juice in the tank - whoof.
"Yeah, bro, we get it - you vape." Dang. Quoting memes, fine. Alright, so, nevermind - I'll go the other way with it. I had told him all along about my DIY thing, we text and chat semi-regularly, so I haven't exactly kept the fact that I'm mixing my own juice a secret or anything. He, however, has never shown any interest in it, or making an "order" or asking to try it or anything. Yesterday, I found out why.
I offered to mix him up a couple bottles of juice of whatever flavor he'd like, help cut down on the cost - seeing as we don't meet face-to-face very often, I offered him a batch of whatever flavors he'd like. He alluded to the fact that I was vaping some form of bathtub juice or another, how it was cheap and different from store bought juice - about how I was using inferior flavorings and probably didn't know what I was even doing. At this point, it went from being playful and joking, a little friendly ribbing to kind of confrontational.
"There's four ingredients in juice - propylene glycol, vegetable glycerin, fla-"
"Vegetable glycol."
"... I'm sorry, what?"
"Vegetable glycol. Not glycerin, glycol. See? You don't even know your own ingredients."
I mean, what the hell's going on here? Everything I give him ends up stolen "lol truck got broken into, your mod you gave me is gone now" (that prompted my going out and getting him a new set up), broken or "just shit" and thrown away. I'm mixing some dirty-ass bathtub juice with random shit I find the garage, and I'm out to gimmick my way to the biggest and most obnoxious clouds imaginable. I offer insight as to why his vape isn't cutting it, and I don't know what I'm talking about - obviously.
I didn't press the matter, we weren't outside all that long, but deep down I wanted to just shake him. "This tank is on the same coil it came with almost three weeks ago, I've put countless tanks' worth of juice through it - juice that I made personally, with ingredients and knowledge that I've taken interest in and invested actual time and effort into knowing about. It would be like questioning you on your trade, granted I'm not in the industry of vaping, but I'll bet you I know a helluva lot more about it than some of the people at the gas station you buy your shit juice from." Biting the hand that once fed you. Almost smacks of betrayal.
But I didn't say any of that, I kept things nice and mutually pleasant. I smiled, I nodded, I made nice and shook hands and gave out hugs when they boogied on outta there. But I sure as shit am not spending another dime, sending one more text or picture message, or offering diddly squat for advice on jack shit anymore pal. Not tomorrow, not next week. When your tank shits the bed and you want to know what to get, I'll send you a google url for a search result for another CE5.
So, yeah, this time - for the first, real time - it bothered me.
Alright, enough of my belly-aching. If this is the wrong place, please fix me
Thank you, and have a wonderful post-Christmas day.
