I'll keep it short, because I know you're busy.
I live with my adopted parents. Being 3 days old at the time, I obviously didn't pick that part. But the house we're in is completely because of me. As a little girl I loved horses. There happened to be a stable in the middle of the city I could ride in. Mom became so attached to one of the horses that when the owner sold the property to some housing company, she just had to have him. So we moved almost an hour away and this was my dream.
Well, I got older, my interests changed. Decided going out in horrible blizzards to feed was not worth any animal and thanks to a combination of that and getting bucked off earlier mentioned horse who I thought I could trust, stopped riding. I hated how all my friends got to go to public school and live close to each other. I was out here, on my own with homeschooling, watching that animal that ruined what could have been an active teen life get fatter and fatter in the back yard.
Of course leaving a 14 year old on their own with school is a terrible idea, because they'll be extremely lazy and probably just skip it all together. Then you send them to a trade school where they do really well because not wanting to fall behind the class is actually great motivation. You begged and begged to go to school like everyone else but noooooo, she wants to try 'homeschooling'. Her other 2 kids went to public school now she wants to try something new.
All your friends went off to college and you're stuck at home working as a walmart cart pusher.
I'm 19, in parents basement, dreaming of all the lost time of just being a teen. All my friends went out and always had tons of pictures of events and whatever on facebook and graduation parties. Meanwhile, you were at home. Not hearing the latest dirty jokes. Then when you don't get those dirty jokes and happen to have a baby face and look 12 at 16 (not joking) when you get to see them they treat you differently. If one of the others didn't get it, one would whisper it to him and they would laugh. I didn't get, "Oh don't worry about it!" They'd say giggling.
I was treated different because I was homeschooled. They acted like I was someone's kid sister wanting to play with the big kids. They would spontaneously make plans in front of me and if someone wanted to join in they'd just say "cool!" but if I wanted to "OK, ask your mom." I told them it was fine, it always was. But they never listened to me.
Anyway, that part is over now. Only one 'friend ever still treats me like that. She's not dumb (meaning she can talk, not that she's stupid either though), but even though her ears work fine she's quit deaf. She'd just be talking about something, I would warn her, she wouldn't listen, a long time later the exact thing I said would happen, she didn't remember me ever saying anything and no I don't believe she was just saying that. I asked her for advice, like I did everyone (even my own sister who is 5 years younger than me) didn't mean to create a huge ego boost.
Now, I have a boyfriend who is more emotionally dependent on me than I can give him and it hurts because I know I'll end up really hurting him because I just cannot serve the depths of his emotional needs. I tried, I found myself resenting him and dreading looking at my cell phone and avoiding facebook. Maybe I'm being selfish? Maybe this makes person sense? I don't know that either.
No education, part time crap job, parents basement completely relating to that procrastination post still haven't gotten around to joining in on that experiment. My friends are in college and my younger friends are all having graduation parties. I have a feeling I'll never get either. No matter what I do, I'll either end up pushing carts or being a house wife. Not that there's anything wrong with being a house wife, there just is if you're me and wanted so much more.
This is the answer I did give him, it belongs here too.
I'm a 19 year old girl? Women? Who rates at about a 4 at best sitting in parents walk out basement with a part time job as a cart pusher while my friends all have graduation parties and finish their first year of college. My extreme phobia of moths might force me to quit that crap job so I'll be an even bigger loser. Still haven't gotten around to joining in on that procrastination experiment.
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