If I could stop stress smoking that would be amazing. That’s a vice I;d gladly give up. along with that righteous indignation thing I had mentioned in an earlier post. I mean, I read a diary entry from 2011 and I was very self-aware of it then almost as much as I am now and it’s hilarious to me because I genuinely am powerless to srop it. There isn’t a thing I can do to stop fixating on things I’ve been accused of.
I’m tempted to blame my mom for this a little as my little brain perceived that reputation was incredibly important. Sharon Gless says in her memoir that her grandmother always said of reputation that “it’s the one thing you can’t get back after you’ve lost it aside from your virginity,” I’d argue that’s a relatively true statement.
I never finished her book unfortunately because I found myself thinking that my only relation to her was a stage name (Madeline) on a show I half watched (Burn Notice) and only indulged in on a handful of occasions, and didn’t know her from a thing else. I kind of talked myself out of it, while reading it.
Sharon Gless isn’t unrelated here, her character MAdeline smoked SO much on Burn Notice haha. So there you have it, that’s my vice.