Stupidity
PostPosted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 10:43 pm
I just need to vent I guess... I don't really have any right to complain. I'm much better off than most people.
Which makes me feel bad when I do...
I guess I should start off with a not-so-small confession... I sort of ran away from my home for the last 15 odd years Saturday night. Well... not ran away exactly... typically that means without a parent or guardian knowing... dad was sitting in the living room when I ran by with a bag over my shoulder... we had some words... it amounted to:
"Where are you going?"
"Away."
"Don't slam the door."
The fight had started with him telling me my job was squat because as hard as I worked, I did not make as much as he did on his unemployment. (This was not exactly what he says but exact quotes would require censoring. He's exNavy; "like a sailor" is quite literal.)
This is not the first time we've had the conversation that has to do with, "do something with your life. Stop dreaming. Stop being childish. You gotta grab life by the horns. It's not gonna walk up and sit in your lap."
...I will cast asside the hypocrisy of it all for a moment... because it makes me angry just thinking about it and being angry makes me tired.
So I left that night, drove around for a few hours and looked for a vacancy. When I couldn't find one, I called the only friend I have; who is married and not really that close but she's a friend; talked to her for a while for the first time in six months, then went to Walmart, grabbed something to munch on and a blanket and parked my car behind the church I've been attending for years. (it's a good place to park. No one going by can see you because the trees make a semi circle around it.)
I didn't get much sleep, to be perfectly honest, because silence bothers me, but silence with random interruptions from passing cars is even worse. So I turned on the radio.
Despite the vague discomfort of laying my 5'8" ish body down in my tiny little cavalier, I was very much at peace with my decision to leave. No one called me or asked where I was. No one bothered me. Perhaps I am childish, because it felt pretty good to do it.
Come morning, I grabbed some breakfast (had to work that day and I knew I wouldn't be able to do it on an empty stomach). Well I got a call at around 8 in the morning. My estranged mother who I see maybe once a month because of her job. She wants to know where I am.
"I'm in town..." (half groggy cuz I was kinda tired)
"Where did you go last night?"
"I slept in my car." (open and honest because that's how I am when I'm half dead...)
"YOU WHAT?!"
"I was behind the church. No one could see me. I was fine."
"Do you have any idea how unsafe that is!?"
Can I stress that there is no way anyone could have ever known I was back there and/or seen me unless they drove all the way around the church in the parking lot? vv() I was desparate, not stupid. Besides that I was only there a collective four hours.
The rest of the time? Couldn't sleep. I paid for my gas and I paid for my car, so I drove around, listening to christian radio.
Yeah, I know. "You're a childish idiot." Got it. Hear it all the time. Doesn't really make things much better to know, but I got it.
It did feel good to get my one night of peace though. One night where my sister's not glaring at me and calling me selfish or stupid... where my brother's not insulting me or calling me fat or something similar... where my father's not telling me what a stupid, childish, insane, unhealthy person I am...
...I was thinking about it last night... You know... I haven't been touched by another human being beyond exchange of money at the cash register for more than six months... I can't even remember the last time anyone hugged me in person...
I was thinking about it because I finally realized that night how very alone I am. I said on here before I was looking for people with the same interests in my area. That's because there is no one my age in my area who I can relate to really. Everyone is either married, has kids, and/or moved away. My church? I'm one of maybe two people who attends from my generation. the other is too worldly for me. I don't like bars and parties... I didn't even when I was in school. Everyone else kind of looks at me funny because I'm the only attending member from my family. (this is a church who can trace their family trees through the church's history... I've been attending for a while.)
That or their kids who don't really see me as anything but another adult.
At work I'm surrounded my married/family women... none of them interested in Hayao or drawing or writing... I can sometimes talk about movies. Movies and annoying commercials on the radio we have to keep on for customer enjoyment... but other than that there's not much we can connect on.
...it's not like I'm generally outspoken anyway. I picked the nickname Masqueradia because that's what I do. When I know there's something about me people won't like, I'll make a new mask for that place/situation. I have lots of faces. My work face. My home sheild/face. My online face even.
Sometimes I wonder if I even remember who I really am. Then I think of the shy person who attended school and was only rarely outspoken and often chastized for what she would say and I think it would be better not to remember...
What is a person anyway? What makes them who they are? What is it that makes one worthwhile? How do you know what in you is real and what is facade that you only wish were real?
I know those sound like odd questions... but it's been a long time that I've had to think about them. Those and so many others.
Well in case you're wondering, mom got me to come home for a shower before I went to work. Then told me all the reasons I wouldn't, couldn't and shouldn't make it on my own... then told me "dad would lay off me."
... ha. It's the bad pun to the on going joke.
"I was just like you at your age. I wanted out too. But you can't. I did but you can't. Dad will lay off. What you really need is a friend."
I know. I know. I KNOW. But going home isn't helping! ><; I have no destination and no clue how to get there and no clue what I'm doing here but I cannot stay here! No one in their right mind would stay here!
vv() Well that's all the rant I've got. I feel hollow now so maybe the questions will leave me alone and I can get some sleep.
...I think it's obvious I need prayer. Thanks in advance.
Which makes me feel bad when I do...
I guess I should start off with a not-so-small confession... I sort of ran away from my home for the last 15 odd years Saturday night. Well... not ran away exactly... typically that means without a parent or guardian knowing... dad was sitting in the living room when I ran by with a bag over my shoulder... we had some words... it amounted to:
"Where are you going?"
"Away."
"Don't slam the door."
The fight had started with him telling me my job was squat because as hard as I worked, I did not make as much as he did on his unemployment. (This was not exactly what he says but exact quotes would require censoring. He's exNavy; "like a sailor" is quite literal.)
This is not the first time we've had the conversation that has to do with, "do something with your life. Stop dreaming. Stop being childish. You gotta grab life by the horns. It's not gonna walk up and sit in your lap."
...I will cast asside the hypocrisy of it all for a moment... because it makes me angry just thinking about it and being angry makes me tired.
So I left that night, drove around for a few hours and looked for a vacancy. When I couldn't find one, I called the only friend I have; who is married and not really that close but she's a friend; talked to her for a while for the first time in six months, then went to Walmart, grabbed something to munch on and a blanket and parked my car behind the church I've been attending for years. (it's a good place to park. No one going by can see you because the trees make a semi circle around it.)
I didn't get much sleep, to be perfectly honest, because silence bothers me, but silence with random interruptions from passing cars is even worse. So I turned on the radio.
Despite the vague discomfort of laying my 5'8" ish body down in my tiny little cavalier, I was very much at peace with my decision to leave. No one called me or asked where I was. No one bothered me. Perhaps I am childish, because it felt pretty good to do it.
Come morning, I grabbed some breakfast (had to work that day and I knew I wouldn't be able to do it on an empty stomach). Well I got a call at around 8 in the morning. My estranged mother who I see maybe once a month because of her job. She wants to know where I am.
"I'm in town..." (half groggy cuz I was kinda tired)
"Where did you go last night?"
"I slept in my car." (open and honest because that's how I am when I'm half dead...)
"YOU WHAT?!"
"I was behind the church. No one could see me. I was fine."
"Do you have any idea how unsafe that is!?"
Can I stress that there is no way anyone could have ever known I was back there and/or seen me unless they drove all the way around the church in the parking lot? vv() I was desparate, not stupid. Besides that I was only there a collective four hours.
The rest of the time? Couldn't sleep. I paid for my gas and I paid for my car, so I drove around, listening to christian radio.
Yeah, I know. "You're a childish idiot." Got it. Hear it all the time. Doesn't really make things much better to know, but I got it.
It did feel good to get my one night of peace though. One night where my sister's not glaring at me and calling me selfish or stupid... where my brother's not insulting me or calling me fat or something similar... where my father's not telling me what a stupid, childish, insane, unhealthy person I am...
...I was thinking about it last night... You know... I haven't been touched by another human being beyond exchange of money at the cash register for more than six months... I can't even remember the last time anyone hugged me in person...
I was thinking about it because I finally realized that night how very alone I am. I said on here before I was looking for people with the same interests in my area. That's because there is no one my age in my area who I can relate to really. Everyone is either married, has kids, and/or moved away. My church? I'm one of maybe two people who attends from my generation. the other is too worldly for me. I don't like bars and parties... I didn't even when I was in school. Everyone else kind of looks at me funny because I'm the only attending member from my family. (this is a church who can trace their family trees through the church's history... I've been attending for a while.)
That or their kids who don't really see me as anything but another adult.
At work I'm surrounded my married/family women... none of them interested in Hayao or drawing or writing... I can sometimes talk about movies. Movies and annoying commercials on the radio we have to keep on for customer enjoyment... but other than that there's not much we can connect on.
...it's not like I'm generally outspoken anyway. I picked the nickname Masqueradia because that's what I do. When I know there's something about me people won't like, I'll make a new mask for that place/situation. I have lots of faces. My work face. My home sheild/face. My online face even.
Sometimes I wonder if I even remember who I really am. Then I think of the shy person who attended school and was only rarely outspoken and often chastized for what she would say and I think it would be better not to remember...
What is a person anyway? What makes them who they are? What is it that makes one worthwhile? How do you know what in you is real and what is facade that you only wish were real?
I know those sound like odd questions... but it's been a long time that I've had to think about them. Those and so many others.
Well in case you're wondering, mom got me to come home for a shower before I went to work. Then told me all the reasons I wouldn't, couldn't and shouldn't make it on my own... then told me "dad would lay off me."
... ha. It's the bad pun to the on going joke.
"I was just like you at your age. I wanted out too. But you can't. I did but you can't. Dad will lay off. What you really need is a friend."
I know. I know. I KNOW. But going home isn't helping! ><; I have no destination and no clue how to get there and no clue what I'm doing here but I cannot stay here! No one in their right mind would stay here!
vv() Well that's all the rant I've got. I feel hollow now so maybe the questions will leave me alone and I can get some sleep.
...I think it's obvious I need prayer. Thanks in advance.