i'll take what's behind door number two, kent.

we're having a discussion here in the office right now about familial obligations...someone has to tell her grandmother that she's moved in with her boyfriend, and isn't sure how it's going to go down...she's considering making up a story to spare grandma's heart...and as all this is going on, i'm thinking "i've never felt the need to lie to my parents about my life that way." lie about smoking, yes. infantile response. but they knew when i started having sex. they knew when i moved in with my boyfriend. they knew when i was freaking out about a certain blood test. they knew, all of it, and didn't give me any shit about it at all.

and what i'm wondering is...is this hands-off approach to my life a sign that they trust me implicitly, that they think that i will learn lessons better if i mess up on my own, or that they're simply not interested.

hm. food for thought.