I think the weirdest and most frustrating part about no longer living on my own is that my freedom tends to be stripped away that much more. I can't do laundry or take a shower when I want anymore. I can't do anything it seems without someone complaining that I am infringing their schedule. I can't breathe without being nagged about something. I get lectured that I don't clean the house enough anymore - when I'm not even around enough to make the damn messes. It's just such an obnoxious adjustment that doesn't seem to ever really work out.
It's irritating and when people get into nothing fights with me I can't just leave. There's nowhere to go. Everyone has made sure of that, and even if there was somewhere to go - say my room -hey just follow me there. It's not like I have a lock on my door anymore so going to my room is pointless.
There's less space so I live in a constant existence of clutter which drives me totally bonkers. The simple solution is Spring Cleaning, right? Wrong. To the rest of the world that's the only logical solution. To my family? Hell no. Why would I throw things at Good Will or St. Vincent's when I could wait until the Golden Age arrives and a yard sale is had. The family lives in delusion and thinks that since we have all of this stuff people will be willing to buy it instead of us giving it away or tossing it.
Seriously? They think they'll make hundreds of dollars on our old crap that isn't even in that good of condition? Stupid. Just toss the nonsense. Instead of actually being able to live in a space where one isn't over cramped they'd rather wait until we can get a yard sale together. Easy for them to say, they're not the ones who have to live in over clutter.
The problem is they've been saying it for the last seventeen years of my life. At this rate I'll be dead before a yard sale is ever put together. And even if it does the plan is to have Ajax's friends help ... the last time that happened was when I moved back home and you know what? I can't find anything that I need anymore beecause the fabled boxes that contained the objects have been shoved into random storage or the junk room. Also one of my boxes or bags of things was given to good will already - it was stuff I didn't intend to donate. Cool.
Then I get screamed at when I point out how useless it is to wait and how we should just get rid of as much crap as we can. I don't get it. I just would love to be able to move away. As soon as I save up money and can afford to move I'm totally applying for jobs in other states... And East Coast here I'll come (I hope).
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