I've stopped caring

"G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3" (gbodyman)
11/22/2015 at 18:54 • Filed to: None

Just when you think life can’t get any worse, it does. I never should have moved out here. Sum 41, because semi-relevant.

DISCUSSION (16)

Sam > G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3
11/22/2015 at 18:58

What happened?

JQJ213- Now With An Extra Cylinder! > G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3
11/22/2015 at 19:01

Whats going on G_body?

Im always here if you want to talk

G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3 > Sam
11/22/2015 at 19:02

I’m unable to talk to many of my friends due to the time difference, I’m stuck in this godforsaken house with my asshole brother, the van I was driving is going off insurance tonight so I won’t be driving again until at least Christmas, and my grandparents have separated, right before my aunt’s 50th birthday.

G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3 > JQJ213- Now With An Extra Cylinder!
11/22/2015 at 19:05

Kinja'd!!!

This is my attitude towards my parents’ behavior and my family’s calamities.

Steve in Manhattan > G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3
11/22/2015 at 19:08

Where is this place?

G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3 > Steve in Manhattan
11/22/2015 at 19:11

Kelowna, British Columbia. A town known for being the biggest place in the middle of nowhere.

Steve in Manhattan > G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3
11/22/2015 at 19:28

My experience with Canada extends to Toronto and Ottawa. My flight from DC to NYC wasn’t due to family problems (more like family proximity) but to a realization that I couldn’t live in a segregated town and keep dating lobbyists. But I had mobility. What about a friend - anyone you could stay with? Far away? Reestablish yourself?

G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3 > Steve in Manhattan
11/22/2015 at 19:36

Once I finish High School, absolutely. It’s just that the next few years will be a living hell.

Steve in Manhattan > G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3
11/22/2015 at 21:14

My high school years were relatively quiet apart from getting the shit kicked out of me every few weeks by football players. Subsided after 10th grade. The parents were strict yet set very reasonable limits. There was no real family drama - I grew up during a time when dad worked, mom stayed home, and there was a family vacation every year. There was a car, later two, in the driveway, full of gas. The power never went off, the gas bill was paid, and there was always food on the table and clothes on our backs.

I have a lot of problems with how my parents reared me, but on reflection, I had that middle-class carefree childhood that might not exist now. I only wish you that, wish you the best.

Luc - The Acadian Oppo > G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3
11/23/2015 at 10:00

Go hang out by Kalamalka lake, that should clear your head.

But really dude it’s a 3 hour time difference. If you really want to chat with your friends you should be able to make it work.

I’m 3 hours difference with my family and I talk to them all the time

d15b > G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3
11/25/2015 at 23:09

If you’re still in high school, I assure you things will get better. ASSURE YOU.

Rusty Vandura - www.tinyurl.com/keepoppo > G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3
11/26/2015 at 08:30

Dude: I can relate. I’m 51 and I have issues with my parents. Lately, I have become involved with helping the father of a longtime friend, the father, in his 80s, having contracted Parkinson’s is rapidly losing his independence. I am also involved with my daughter’s BFF, an 18-year-old young man whose father can be a piece of Republican work. My point is that involvement with these folks provides me with valuable perspective to show that my issues are nothing out of the ordinary, and they give me the opportunity to ask myself why I cannot view my own parents through the same eyes? The short answer to that is the fact that the emo-baggage is not there, but still: why not? I think it’s a question worth asking myself.

The other thing is an important fact that I have come to realize, and that I am struggling to accept, which is this: with familial relationships, they’re family, even if they’re jerks or stupid or ill — or alcoholic — and you’re stuck with them and it’s not fair .

My best advice? Marry well.

Happy Thanksgiving, dammit!

Rusty Vandura - www.tinyurl.com/keepoppo > Steve in Manhattan
11/26/2015 at 08:33

I got assaulted by Black boys on a regular basis in middle school. Oh, how I detested middle school and high school. So I grew up and became a high school math teacher, and then switched to the middle school. In urban settings.

Yours is a thoughtful comment. I enjoyed reading it.

G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3 > Rusty Vandura - www.tinyurl.com/keepoppo
11/26/2015 at 11:14

Or don’t marry at all, and live life as a carefree bachelor. I know several people who has had this work out for them extremely well.

Rusty Vandura - www.tinyurl.com/keepoppo > G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3
11/26/2015 at 11:51

Just a thought. If you’re still in high school, then you have time to sort things out.

Growing up for me meant realizing that my parents were/are the ones with the issues, and not I.

G_Body_Man: Sponsored by the number 3 > Rusty Vandura - www.tinyurl.com/keepoppo
11/26/2015 at 11:53

I’ve already come to the conclusion that we all have issues, just some more than others.