I'm so lame...
Tonight, I don't feel so good. So much has been happening, good and bad. Mostly bad. It's interesting being the middle person.
In family terms, I get to be on either perspective: I'm either the one they ignore, or the one that is the most 'protected', aka sheltered, aka shut out from society. Also, since I appear to be the most fit out of all my immediate family members, I get to do pretty much all the great manual labor. What is also kind of sad, is how my parents seem to be stuck in the period where one of my older brothers (Joel, first born son to my dad), lived with us. Sometimes, when my parents will be talking about something, or my dad will be working on something, they will slip and say 'Joel this' or 'Joel that'...'I mean Jesse this' or 'Jesse that'. They forget its me who's here. They think (and probably wish) he is here, living with them, instead of me. Oh well.
Right now, I can't think of what else I was gonna say, so gosh darn. Ok, maybe I'll do a second installemnt of my rant. We'll see. Toodles all. -J.S.
In family terms, I get to be on either perspective: I'm either the one they ignore, or the one that is the most 'protected', aka sheltered, aka shut out from society. Also, since I appear to be the most fit out of all my immediate family members, I get to do pretty much all the great manual labor. What is also kind of sad, is how my parents seem to be stuck in the period where one of my older brothers (Joel, first born son to my dad), lived with us. Sometimes, when my parents will be talking about something, or my dad will be working on something, they will slip and say 'Joel this' or 'Joel that'...'I mean Jesse this' or 'Jesse that'. They forget its me who's here. They think (and probably wish) he is here, living with them, instead of me. Oh well.
Right now, I can't think of what else I was gonna say, so gosh darn. Ok, maybe I'll do a second installemnt of my rant. We'll see. Toodles all. -J.S.