Am I Heartless? Musing

I find it pretty much impossible to have any kind of sympathy for someone who is so hellbent on having their cigarette break that they go out every hour or so, regardless of the temperature, to have a smoke, and then they want to spend the rest of the night pathetically coughing and spitting and sputtering because, oh gee, their lungs just can't handle the cold and smoke.

Am I heartless for feeling this way?