November 23, 2008

Latest Time-Waste

I've successfully avoided work much of the day by screwing around with the Backstage applications on Facebook. Mind Games is pretty fun, especially if you are willing to spend a few dollars to crank your credits up. Otherwise, it would take weeks to get to the more difficult and interesting puzzles.

Oh, in other news, we caught C*dy trying to smoke a cigarette in his room.

Yeah, seriously.

Stupid 14-year-old got mixed up with the wrong friends at school and they want him to smoke with them. And he's a distance runner! His coach won't be happy, to put it mildly. I'm trying to get C*dy to tell me what he thinks we ought to do, just as a way of getting him to think about it from our perspective.

Oh well, maybe his 19-year-old brother, who is visiting from college for the week, will talk some sense into him. The way those two act, though, C*dy may well convince J*stin that it is cool to smoke by the end of the week.

In case I left any doubt, that boy will not smoke again, at least not without some pretty fucking horrible consequences aside from damaging his own health. What is it about smokers that they seem to forget just how disgusting they smell? The boy's room smells like an ashtray, and I know it didn't on Thursday because I was up there. Fortunately, we think we've ended C*dy's smoking streak at two days. Now he starts a grounding streak.

Posted by Observer at November 23, 2008 10:23 PM
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I started smoking in high school for the same reason: I had friends who smoked and they would hand me a cig and I didn't want to look uncool. Stupid stupid stupid. I stopped my first year of college - cold turkey from a 1-pack a day habit. It wasn't hard.

When I look back on it, I deduce that my problem stemmed from several factors: low self esteem, a need to have people like me no matter what, very little parent supervision and involvement (dad left when I was 15), and denial that I had any problems at all. I led a very double life. On one hand I was a strong student with a good GPA, and I was very talented in the world of music. On the other hand I was sneaking around with losers because they were my "friends."

What saved my rear was drum and bugle corps. That activity (summers, rehearse 8-12 hours almost every day, shows at night, travel 13-17K miles every summer) let me develop my musical talent and general fortitude and work ethic while shedding those old loser friends and habits. Some people think drum corps is a waste of money and time, but for me it was life-changing in ways I couldn't even fathom at the time.

Anyway, that's my story. I hope Cody gets some better friends than those who would rather he screw with his body than succeed in resisting some of the more stupid aspects of teen life. Oh, and my theory: where there's smoke, there's fire. Those kids offering the cigs are likely offering lots more than that.

Posted by: Perkusi on November 24, 2008 05:43 AM

My dad caught me when I was about 12, and he made me eat a half dozen of them. Never caught the habit.

Posted by: Allen on November 24, 2008 09:16 AM