Out of the (smoker's) closet

Funny how scary things seem completely insignificant once they're passed.

This morning I went out to check the mail and have a smoke and when I got back in Mum asked "Did you go out for a smoke?". Rather than be a man and admit it, I just said "No, I went to check the mail." I'm not even sure why I lied about it, I mean I'm 22 for heaven sakes. I guess I didn't want them to be disappointed in me for smoking again.

Tonight I was taking some rubbish out (something I do a lot lately - the perfect cover for smoking) and when I got back in Mum was waiting at the door, asking if I'd been out for a smoke. "No..." I said in a somewhat less than assuring way. She walked up close and gave me a hug and could obviously smell it on me and said "Aha! You were smoking." So the cat is out of the bag.

She asked me why I lied about it and I had no bloody idea. It seemed so important at the time.