I'm a smoker, and I would never, ever assume I could smoke inside. But I know that for a lot of people in other generations, it's not the same assumption.
Leaving the smoking question aside but not the estranged family. I got a Facebook post about a year ago - I posted about it here - from an older half sister. I always intended to respond and then just - didn't. It came at a time when I was dealing with a lot of emotional shit - right about the time with the dog and all. So, I couldn't then. And then the time went on and I felt bad about it. And then it went on some more and I came to the realization that I - I just don't care.
I've always known that my dad had other children. ( I kind of knew his youngest before my family, a son who's been a fuck up all my life, but I've at least had a little contact with.) If he called me and needed something I would - probably feel a lot like Cash with some of her extended, but would do something. The older two, sisters, I kind of wish I felt a connection to, wish I wanted a relationship with. But honestly - I don't. I'm glad she's in touch with him again, and I hope she gets something out of it. But I'm honestly just not interested. And that feels crappy sometimes. Like I'm a crappy person. But I'm really not sure what to do with all of it.
(The other dicey thing is that neither of my younger siblings really know much of anything about this. I've known all my life. For whatever reason they never did, and certainly don't know them or their names or whatever. Which doesn't affect me at all, but just makes it all weirder.)