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I'm in NJ right now. No avoiding the stresses of Thanksgiving for me. We just postponed it.
It was fine until my mom told me that she had a massage appointment with her friend Bonnie, who has a son she (Bonnie)would like me to meet, and that she'd really like me to come along so I could meet him. I knew the only reason Bonnie wanted us to meet was because he's a hippie kind of person (and I'm kind of a hippie?) The thing is, I don't like hippies who carry that title because they fit the stereotype, I only like hippies who carry the title because they break all stereotypes. And most folks people call hippies are not my kind of folks. So I knew it was a 60/40 chance that we would have NOTHING in common. And I was right, we didn't have much in common. He was a nice guy but we were on totally different pages. He talked about how he regretted missing the Arcada, CA ganja harvest season this year (I'm not joking) and I talked about my plans for living at the Nature School. Totally different pages. And I just wasn't into making conversation with someone I didn't feel any connection to. But I did, and we survived.
The thing is, all I really wanted to do with my free time today was go record stores. And maybe stop by the Co-op and the Whole Earth Center. And Radio Shack. And spend time with my Mom. And I didn't get to.
We went to Grandma's for dinner, which was fine until mom made us take our holiday family pictures. That's always just crazy and terrible and takes forever.
I got to spend some good time with Will. He's turning into a teenager, which I'm really excited about. He's growing up. He asked me to stay up with him while he made himself some food tonight, explaining to me that he didn't usually feel like eating with everyone else. I told him I knew exactly what he was talking about. Probably starting around the time I was 12 I couldn't stand eating meals with my family. I'd just sit there and not eat anything, then wait till later and eat by myself. It was too stressful to eat with everyone else. The only reason I can eat with everyone now is because I don't have to do it every day.
I love them and I'm glad I'm here. It's just always a lot of work and very tiring.
It was fine until my mom told me that she had a massage appointment with her friend Bonnie, who has a son she (Bonnie)would like me to meet, and that she'd really like me to come along so I could meet him. I knew the only reason Bonnie wanted us to meet was because he's a hippie kind of person (and I'm kind of a hippie?) The thing is, I don't like hippies who carry that title because they fit the stereotype, I only like hippies who carry the title because they break all stereotypes. And most folks people call hippies are not my kind of folks. So I knew it was a 60/40 chance that we would have NOTHING in common. And I was right, we didn't have much in common. He was a nice guy but we were on totally different pages. He talked about how he regretted missing the Arcada, CA ganja harvest season this year (I'm not joking) and I talked about my plans for living at the Nature School. Totally different pages. And I just wasn't into making conversation with someone I didn't feel any connection to. But I did, and we survived.
The thing is, all I really wanted to do with my free time today was go record stores. And maybe stop by the Co-op and the Whole Earth Center. And Radio Shack. And spend time with my Mom. And I didn't get to.
We went to Grandma's for dinner, which was fine until mom made us take our holiday family pictures. That's always just crazy and terrible and takes forever.
I got to spend some good time with Will. He's turning into a teenager, which I'm really excited about. He's growing up. He asked me to stay up with him while he made himself some food tonight, explaining to me that he didn't usually feel like eating with everyone else. I told him I knew exactly what he was talking about. Probably starting around the time I was 12 I couldn't stand eating meals with my family. I'd just sit there and not eat anything, then wait till later and eat by myself. It was too stressful to eat with everyone else. The only reason I can eat with everyone now is because I don't have to do it every day.
I love them and I'm glad I'm here. It's just always a lot of work and very tiring.