Dread
Remember that dream I told you about where I came home from an errand and the house is suddenly filled with strangers who have to stay with me and my folks?
It hasn't happened yet, but my parents invited some relatives of our neighbor (the one in the hospital after suffering a stroke last week) to stay at our place. They were allegedly scheduled to arrive today, but they haven't yet, and I don't know if they'll really take us up on the offer. As a result, I can't start on any of my projects, and I'm afraid if I tried to start writing again either I'd get messed up by the guests or something worse.
Look, I love my parents. There are times I have to do things for them and I don't mind that. But I've been living in this house TEN YEARS now, and from Day 1 I realized that it would never be a home for me, as I don't have any say in what goes on here. I hate that I can't live on my own. I hate that I have no friends here to talk to. I hate the intrusions on my privacy that my folks feel entitled to make. I hate being almost forty years old and still being treated like a child every so often.
I don't know what I want anymore. GenCon proved that I'm a mundane. It also showed me how The Other Half lives, and I don't envy them. What it didn't show me, was a Way Out.
What do I dread? Another twenty years of living this way.
FP
It hasn't happened yet, but my parents invited some relatives of our neighbor (the one in the hospital after suffering a stroke last week) to stay at our place. They were allegedly scheduled to arrive today, but they haven't yet, and I don't know if they'll really take us up on the offer. As a result, I can't start on any of my projects, and I'm afraid if I tried to start writing again either I'd get messed up by the guests or something worse.
Look, I love my parents. There are times I have to do things for them and I don't mind that. But I've been living in this house TEN YEARS now, and from Day 1 I realized that it would never be a home for me, as I don't have any say in what goes on here. I hate that I can't live on my own. I hate that I have no friends here to talk to. I hate the intrusions on my privacy that my folks feel entitled to make. I hate being almost forty years old and still being treated like a child every so often.
I don't know what I want anymore. GenCon proved that I'm a mundane. It also showed me how The Other Half lives, and I don't envy them. What it didn't show me, was a Way Out.
What do I dread? Another twenty years of living this way.
FP