I came home from the institute in winter and put my gloves on a chair, and the cat who lived with us came up and began to sniff treacherously. Parents drew attention to this and, sniffing the gloves, found out that I smoke.
It turned out, by the way, very stupid) Then I was in the 11th grade, and somehow I didn't go anywhere on the weekend, and I wanted to smoke like hell. And so in the middle of the night I sneak into the kitchen, open the window, smoke. I throw away my cigarette, start to turn, and then the light comes on. I convulsively hide the lighter behind my back, and my sleepy mother asks: “How long have you been smoking?” I replied that it was six months, although in fact it was longer. Then she didn't talk to me for a week. Now he is calm. My stepfather reacted normally right away, he always bought me cigarettes if I asked, and didn’t bother)
Another evening smoke through the window (second floor of a private house, parents on the first). Then we stew the goby in a glass of water. We put it in the closet, for things (in the morning, while everyone is asleep, we throw out the bull, wash the glass). But how did you understand something went wrong. The mother rises. And quiet enough. Realizing that this is the end .... I stand. A parent came in:
-Do you smoke?
-Do you smoke
-What do you smoke?
-what without slippers?
-I don't have a cold floor here
-mmmm, smoke. The main thing is not grass. And so that in the house it was not!
I smoked from the age of 13 to 17, I was well encrypted. Behind the garages with friends in a glove or holding a twig, and then seizing with a portion of gum. When I turned 17, on my birthday drunk, I told my mother that I smoke. She said "I hope not cheap stuff?" And she herself bought me a pack of expensive cigarettes, so that I would not buy something "bad". I quit smoking at 25, holding out for a year, but it turned out only at 27, when my lungs began to hurt from smoking and was really scared for my health. I have not smoked for 3 years.
I was taken from the police department where I was sitting for smoking in a public place as a minor. True, as a result, I was not even asked for passport data. So I just sat there.
The story is not mine, but my dad's.
Dad was 13 years old then, he came home and at the table began to tell his mother (my grandmother) the story of how his friend was found by his father on the street with a cigarette, gave him a powerful slap and dragged him home. For this occasion, grandmother decided to give dad a lecture on the dangers of smoking and began it with the question:
Why happily replied:
I can't say that I actually found out, because there were certain guesses up to this point.
When I was 18 years old, my parents and I went on a short trip to the Baltic states. Obviously, I had cigarettes with me, in case I had the opportunity to sniff and smoke. One evening my mother and I were walking around the city, chatting, and on the whole there was a rather emotional atmosphere. At some point, my mother decided to stop and smoke. I thought for a couple of seconds and, with words like “You know, I don’t really want to hide from your mother until 40 years old with cigarettes,” I took out a pack and also lit a cigarette. Mom, of course, muttered something a little about the fact that she hoped that I still wouldn't smoke, but that was all. The stepfather, when my mother later decided to "complain" to him about me, was not surprised and laughed at her naive hopes. Now, when I come home, we smoke together over coffee, which has become a very pleasant ritual. And we are all hiding from grandma together ..)
In general, it was a rather ridiculous story. In the 7th grade, I was transferred to a new school and, accordingly, my circle of contacts also changed, I ended up in (not so much) bad company, where a couple of guys liked to pamper themselves with a cigarette or two from time to time. I myself did not smoke, but nevertheless very often I was interrogated by my parents> do you take money for cigarettes ??? At some point, my new friend persuaded me to share this entertainment with him. What do you think? Literally 15 minutes later, we both sat in the department and told how it happened that two people aged 13-14 were engaged in this kind of activity, and even on the playground. The bottom line, I think, is clear)
I was 17 then. We had a drink with my friends, and at one point we went out with a friend to the balcony to smoke. It should be noted that in front of my house, almost close, there is another one, and just opposite our windows are the windows of the hostel. Everything went well, I parted with my friends, I went to bed. The next morning my mother comes and says: "have you been smoking for a long time?" I was extremely taken aback by such a question, since about 12 hours have passed since smoking tobacco and she simply could not know about this lesson. I answered something like: "Yes, I do not smoke." Then my mother showed a photo on the phone, which was sent by her friend from another city, who was staying at this hostel. In the photo, as you understand, I am standing with a chibass and conducting a conversation with a girlfriend. Then neighing with my mother over this situation and that's it, reacted with understanding :)
At the moment of "drunkenness" (and not with alcohol), I climbed onto the windowsill and lit a cigarette in the window. Later I realized that I was in the kitchen and not alone. It seems that at that time I was 22 years old. My mother was surprised to find out.
Now 32. I’m thinking about how to tell that I was married to a bet ...
It was the summer after my first year (I just turned 17). My family and I went to Moscow for a week and rented an apartment for this time. I had a pack of Blue Camel, which we simply didn’t have a chance to get and not be noticed. One of the first days we were so tired that dad and younger brother had to lie down to sleep during the day. Mom and I were sitting in the kitchen of this rented apartment, from which there was an exit to the common balcony. I could not resist and in a half-joking manner said: "I will now go to the balcony for about five minutes, I beg you not to go into it." Mom asked me: "What are you smoking?" I was a little shocked and answered "Well, yes ..." She just nodded in response ... And on the way home, my father often shot my cigarettes)
I never really hid, I could safely smoke on the balcony - my parents don't come to me for nothing. That's how my mother once found me with a cigarette. I didn't manage to get rid of the evidence in time. And to be honest, I don't regret it at all. At first I was scared, especially when she said in a serious tone: "We'll talk later." But later she just asked me standard questions, such as "Who taught smoking?", "When did this happen?" and "Do you buy cigarettes yourself or do you carry them from me?" Now we smoke with her and she even sometimes, when she goes to the grocery store, buys me cigarettes if I ask.
Father is definitely not in the know, but just guessing. One evening I was impatient to smoke and I went out onto the balcony without a patter - the exit to it, by the way, was in my room. There I was more attentive. My father has long suspected something, but so far he has only a "sniffed" smell from the evidence, but I easily parried him. I don’t think he would be strongly against it, but he would constantly reproach me with it. So, in the near future I will hide from him.
Mom asked me to go to the store somehow. I got dressed, went, already from the store decided to smoke, then I ate the gum all the cases. I come home, and my mother decided to thank me for kisses on the cheek, and accidentally sniffed my cheek. And then my cheek smelled like that normally. That's how I slept.
It was 17 years old, upon arrival home in Russia, I decided to smoke in the room, before that I asked my sister if my father was at home. The answer was that my father would arrive in 4-5 hours, and I have plenty of time.
I lit a cigarette, turned on the fan, opened the window, everything was necessary for quick weathering. After 10 minutes, the father comes into the room and asks who smoked. I looked at him and realized that it was not necessary for me to answer at all ... :)
They reacted with understanding, there were interrogations about: How much do you smoke a day? How long ago? Like? I had to lie a little, but the big picture was clear. I smoked at that time for 2 years, now I quit, but only after having weighed all the pros and cons, the advice of my parents had little impact.
I don’t smoke, but I still didn’t manage to avoid the “what are you KUUURISH?” people. Mom works in the police. Graduation grade 9, celebrated without parents. Alcohol by the river, a lot of food - everything is as it should be. a friend asks to go to the toilet with her, I walk, she smokes on the way, they came - asks to hold her cigarette. I'm holding it. Mom comes in. STOP, filmed. As it turned out later, she and her colleagues decided to visit as we did, they hadn't done anything. Well, they checked)) Arguments like "ma, this is not mine !!" didn't help. They tied me home) Right now I'm 25, my current mom proved a couple of years ago that I didn't smoke then, f * ck!)))
Tell us how you managed to quit the addiction of smoking (any nicotine addiction). I would like to hear an answer from people who have felt the full severity of getting rid of this habit.