When I was growing up we had watched season of “Dallas,” as a family and had to wait months to find out if Bobby was dead. He wasn’t. The previous season was an intense dream / nightmare.
We watched new cartoons one episode at a time after school in our elementary days.
Now, seasons drop and you can stream them. You have a remote in your hand and would never have to get your ass off the couch to turn a dial.
You don’t develop pictures and wait to see which shots are terrible. And you can simply filter your photo so that your forehead and your elevens look soft.
Yes, our world is fast. Our world is slightly contrived.
Dating is like that too. You have a menu of all kinds of women and message them after viewing a picture. It’s fast.
It took me about three-weeks to find a local woman who’s about 75-minutes from me, and another woman who’s (sadly) in the Boston area. I have some feels about the latter because I was just there 5-weeks ago, and now it will involve some complicated moving parts for us to be together IRL. I see local woman on the 30th.
Do good things come to those who wait? How do you slow down in our world?
If you’ve read me this year or in year’s past, you know that I have one spawn.
He’ll be 20 in January.
So, he’s an adolescent.
As they go, he’s pretty average.
Therein lies the issues. I don’t want to clean up after him anymore or watch him trash out his space and even his car.
Until yesterday, I drove a 2006. He has a 2019 that is paid off (I paid it off) and I insure it and he trashes it out. It is often like a trash can.
On Wednesday last week he told me that he was going out of town.
When he got up on Thursday to shower and came upstairs I asked where he was going and he said, “To my grandparents. You know this! I told you!”
I told him that had to stop because he tells his GF and friends things and then tends to assume that he told me.
We had a deal this month. He was to pick up his room and take things to Goodwill and sell other things that he isn’t using. He had time to himself when I was in Boston to do so.
His room is disgusting.
I am missing dinner forks and rectangular small glass containers. They could be in his room or at his job, and I don’t think that I’m ever getting them back.
My blood boiled when I saw things piled in the furnace room again a few feet from the hot water heater. I’m just done living with someone who is entitled and disrespectful.
I sent him pictures yesterday and said that he needs to get out in January.
On February 1st, I’ll be changing all of my locks and also the key code to the hide-a-key.
Via text he said that there is no way that he can save up 10k in two months. The main reason for that is because he pounds fast food constantly. He’s pretty obese atm. And he was fit through most of high school. I do understand that the pandemic reeked havoc on all of us, but he doesn’t meet anyone halfway:
Follow a schedule
Make some meals
Walk a bit
Have conversations with me
Keep his two spaces clean
I realized that because he only went to massage school that he still has about ten-thousand dollars in his ESA that I made and contributed to. I told him that I didn’t know how much tax he’d owe, but that he can meet with the advisor and get it out. It’s his. That’s all that I’m willing to do going forward. I still insure him for health, dental and his car. I’d buy food for him if he schedules and shops WITH me.
I’m looking for conversation here. I feel badly about it. I do know that he has to leave though and may wind up couch surfing…
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