I don't mind you vaping, but please don't do this

It's giving adult baby and I'm incredibly uncomfortable

According to the Daily Mail, Gen Z look older than they are because they have ‘vape face’.

I didn’t bother to click on the actual article to read more, but I have to say, as a millennial, I do feel a little smug knowing that zoomers are getting a taste of their own medicine.

Ah, finally, while they were busy calling us millennials cheugy, Gen Alpha and their Drunk Elephant cocktails have risen up and knocked Gen Z off the top spot.

Ageism starts young, guys.

Anyway, the article reminded me of something I have been meaning to discuss on here for a while.

A vaping behaviour that makes me so incredibly uncomfortable, I feel the need to share it publicly.

The last time it happened. I was sitting in a hair salon. I had been talking to someone and when I turned back around, I noticed they were covering their mouth weirdly.

It took a couple of seconds for my brain to register before I realised, ‘Oh, they’re vaping’.

Now, this might sound ridiculous, but, as a non-smoker, this is easily the worst thing about people who vape.

All I can compare it to, is an adult whipping out a dummy mid-conversation. It’s not the vaping that makes it weird, more the deliberate hiding of it.

Genuinely, if I saw you reach into your pocket/bag and ‘light up’, I wouldn’t think much of it. But, where these people whip their vapes from, I have no idea.

One minute we’re conversing, the next they’re practically sucking their thumb in an effort to hide the Lost Mary I know is clutched within their fist.

I know you’re vaping, but your body language suggests you don’t want me to know, that I know, you’re vaping. So, now, my occipital lobe is working overtime, ensuring my eyes don’t look anywhere near your mouth area and give the entire game away.

It’s like if I secretly pulled out a Galaxy bar mid conversation and started eating it behind the back of my hand. All the while maintaining eye contact as I pretend I’m listening to you and not eating a block of silky chocolate.

For god’s sake, I can see you trying to blow the smoke out the corner of your mouth. I know you’re waiting for me to look away so you can do it. Not to mention you’re now nodding, when before you were talking.

Do you really think we can’t see it or do you just know that we’re too polite to do anything but engage in a form of improvisational theatre?

Either way, the next time it happens, I vow I’m going to ask what your flavour is.