What do I do for fun?
Nothing really. I slept most of yesterday day and today.
Why don’t you volunteer and get out and meet people?
Not my thing. It’s not that I don’t care. I just don’t have the energy or the desire. Besides, I really like to be left alone. No matter what I do or what I try I find that out of a crowd of ten people there will always be one or two that are never happy with me and will plunge their daggers into my back just for kicks.
Why don’t you hang out with people from work?
I don’t do the “hanging out” thing. Single and solitary is the way that I like it. Less anxiety, less chance of disappointment.
Why don’t you get into music?
Never really listened to music until I was in my 20’s. Living under my father’s roof as a kid taught me that music was something that degenerate people wasted their time on.
Surely you have a favourite TV show or movie that you like?
Nope. Didn’t spend much time in the house as a kid so I didn’t spend much time in front of the boob-tube.
Surely you like activities?
As my social service records from the early ’80s state, “There doesn’t seem to be a single activity these people do as a family”.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE!
GET THE FUCK OUTSIDE NOW!
SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU’RE MAKING TOO MUCH FUCKING NOISE!
Our stepmother didn’t want us in the house. I guess that she bought Richard’s lies and his fanciful stories lock – stock & barrel.
Richard didn’t want us in the house. Due to his untreated PTSD, his alcoholism, and the dysfunctional household that he was raised in he had absolutely no parenting skills or coping skills. And besides, we reminded him of our mother. And as he told one of his airforce buddies, he only kept us so that he could control the costs.
So no, we weren’t sent outside to play for exercise.
We were sent outside so that they could pretend that we didn’t exist.
To me, life is just one meaningless day after another.
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