A Bad Habit Is Outed And Bits Of 1987
Cosmopolis has instituted new no-smoking legislation recently which prohibits smoking in public establishments and their adjoining patios. The reporter (who seriously looked like he could not have been more than seventeen) asked me how I felt about that as someone who smokes. I more than happily answered all of his questions and then went back to my beer. It was at this point that my friends pointed out that although I may no longer be living in Cosmopolis, my parents certainly are. Crap.
You see, as someone who graduated from high school fourteen years ago and someone who has been smoking for sixteen years, you would think that my parents might have acknowledged my habit or that I would have stopped hiding it by now. No siree bob. In my family, we don't talk about most things, at least most things about me, and smoking is one of them. I am sure that at some point they figured out the smoking thing, but neither side ever saw fit to mention it. So, here we are, sixteen years after I started, I'm all grown up, and I'm tense because my smoking habit has been publicly outted in the Cosmopolis local newspaper.
Sixteen years of denial and avoidance is nothing to scoff at. That kind of thing takes deep levels of commitment. If my parents don't read the paper, (which they may not, because they are going to the lake and often cancel it before they go), then I did not lay to waste sixteen years of concerted effort to maintain our relationship in the fashion that we have become accustomed to with my one, silly indiscretion. Here's to hoping, and wish me luck, because lord knows that it is only sensible and mature for someone my age to go skulking about and hiding her cigarettes from her family.
I am sounding more and more like someone fifteen years my junior as this site goes on. Forgive me. I think I kind of reverted back to 1987 a while back, and I'm still getting my bearings.
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