I apologize for the suckiness of my last entry - I was falling asleep on the keyboard and didn't want to just erase what had written, so I hastily finished it up.
Anyhow, on with the show.
As various people already know, I'm a mixed Asian-type person. By that I mean I'm a mix of different Asian ethnicities. My dad's chiu chow, it's a Chinese dialect that no one knows about, and my mom's mostly Vietnamese with some Chinese in here.
Everyone knows that Chinese men smoke a lot, and drink a lot. For some reason, Chinese dads seem to smoke like chimneys and drink beer like its water. At least, that's what it looked like to me as a kid. I would go up to him and say, "Dad, you smell like smoke." Or "Your breath smells bad!"
So one day, I'm about 6 years old or so, I'm walking around the house in the evening. My dad and his homies are in the house playing cards, drinking, smoking - all that good stuff. He spots me walking around curiously and he tells me to come to him. So I do and he hands me a can of Budweiser and tell me to drink it.
"Ewww! It smells baaaaaaad!"
"Son, drink it."
"Okay...fine."
So I drink it and spit it out immediately. My dad then says, "See son, it's bad right? When you grow up, don't drink too much. Okay, smoke this." And he hands me a cigarette.
I'm thinking, is he serious?
"Yeah, smoke it." my dad says. So I do, and start coughing like crazy and drop the cigarette. "See? It's horrible isn't it? So don't smoke, ever. If you do, I'll find out, and you won't like it when I find out."
Moral of the story? I don't smoke. Nor do I really drink to excess. So scare your kids! Yayy!
Comments (6)
that's an effective way i guess. my dad never does that to me. i guess that's y i smoke and drink huh.
LoL. It must be an Asian dad thing. My dad gave me a taste of his beer when I was 5. Till this day, I can't stand beer. My friends all tell me it's an "acquired" taste and that I just need to force it down some more. No thank you. I don't mind the smell of beer, though. Why? I use it to soak my rice paper when I make eggrolls--a trick that my mom swears helps to make the eggrolls crunchier.
My dad also told me that he'd kick my ass if I ever smoked. Sure enough, never have.
So my dad did a good job of telling me how bad beer and cigs are, but he failed to mention hard liquor. =X Growing up, my parents always said that "ruou" (translates to wine) and bia (beer) are bad, so I never drank wine nor beer. No one ever told me anything about hard liquor! LoL. I still prefer hard liquor shots over beer and wine. I'm sure it's subconscious due to my dad's "no beer and wine" rule. (But the main reason is simply that I hate the way alcohol tastes, so I'd much rather down it in one gulp than to sip on it all night.)
I also refuse to get drunk because I was scared to death when my dad's friend came over and got drunk. We had to put chairs in front of our doors so that he wouldn't get into our bedrooms. He also tried to take off his pants and pee in the middle of our living room. That was definitely enough for me to see in order to not get drunk every weekend the way all my friends did. I've gotten wasted like twice in my life--both times in the comfort of my roof for that night.
My anti-drug is my dad's youngest uncle--the junky. I was 6 or 7 when he walked around my house naked with two things in hand--a pillow to cover his junk, and a gun to shoot the "ghosts." I vowed never to do drugs because I'd end up as fucked up as him. Also, he was (and still is) a pretty damn messed up person. Who the hell wants to grow up like him?
So my anti-drug/alcohol/tobacco was to see living proof of how shitty it really was. I'll keep that in mind when I have kids of my own.
My dad does drink and smoke. I do. The birth of... the weakess link.
Pretty much almost every teenager/young adult here in my area drink and smoke. You can say that its pretty much en vogue. I'm probably the only 24 year old in here who doesn't indulge in both acts.
I learned everything I needed to know about parenting from this post. thanks to you and your dad.
haha