It’s a fair point, my parents are not awful or abusive so I’m lucky there. they’re kinda dull boomer libs who watch CNN and Shark Tank so they’re not exactly epic either but it could be a lot worse
but truly I would like to live apart from them and have my own place for a number of reasons, especially social ones. I’m lucky to live here for free but I don’t want to invite anyone over, and I mostly live in my bedroom.
they also at one point had planned to move to a fucking exurburan white enclave in the desert where my chud family lives, and I would have been forced to move with them. luckily that never happened because moving there would be the death of me. while I wouldn’t mind getting to see my 4yo cousin grow up, her dad would probably shoot me in the face if I tried to turn her into a commie
Its nonsense propaganda that its ‘lame’ for friends to meet your parents or hang out at their place. Its all a cultural trick to get you to pay your life savings to a landlord. Learn to have fun with it, I always found it highly amusing to bring a ton of queers over to my parent’s place. If they don’t want you to do that, its another matter.
I do very much hate the idea of giving money to a landlord, I guess one good thing about my situation is that no landleeches have ever leeched off me
but yeah I still just don’t want to have people over at my parents house. it’s not a big house and they’re home all the time, so is my brother. this place was built in the 50s and it was built cheap, these walls are thin. I like to stay up late and listen to music and watch movies with surround sound and none of that would really fly I’m afraid
edit: this is kinda a moot point cause I don’t have any friends here at the moment anyway, although I do have hope that will change
My parents are not the absolute worst by any means, but leaving their house was the best thing for me. It meant that I had a place with my own agency over, I didn’t feel the constant need to justify myself, it seemed like my social life began in earnest, I wasn’t incapable of taking care of myself, I even was doing well in school.
Having to share access to domestic factors with people outside my immediate family was huge in my socialization. Before long, 3 unrelated people in a 3-bedroom apartment or house was the norm for me.
It’s a fair point, my parents are not awful or abusive so I’m lucky there. they’re kinda dull boomer libs who watch CNN and Shark Tank so they’re not exactly epic either but it could be a lot worse
but truly I would like to live apart from them and have my own place for a number of reasons, especially social ones. I’m lucky to live here for free but I don’t want to invite anyone over, and I mostly live in my bedroom.
they also at one point had planned to move to a fucking exurburan white enclave in the desert where my chud family lives, and I would have been forced to move with them. luckily that never happened because moving there would be the death of me. while I wouldn’t mind getting to see my 4yo cousin grow up, her dad would probably shoot me in the face if I tried to turn her into a commie
Its nonsense propaganda that its ‘lame’ for friends to meet your parents or hang out at their place. Its all a cultural trick to get you to pay your life savings to a landlord. Learn to have fun with it, I always found it highly amusing to bring a ton of queers over to my parent’s place. If they don’t want you to do that, its another matter.
I do very much hate the idea of giving money to a landlord, I guess one good thing about my situation is that no landleeches have ever leeched off me
but yeah I still just don’t want to have people over at my parents house. it’s not a big house and they’re home all the time, so is my brother. this place was built in the 50s and it was built cheap, these walls are thin. I like to stay up late and listen to music and watch movies with surround sound and none of that would really fly I’m afraid
edit: this is kinda a moot point cause I don’t have any friends here at the moment anyway, although I do have hope that will change
I disagree.
My parents are not the absolute worst by any means, but leaving their house was the best thing for me. It meant that I had a place with my own agency over, I didn’t feel the constant need to justify myself, it seemed like my social life began in earnest, I wasn’t incapable of taking care of myself, I even was doing well in school.
Having to share access to domestic factors with people outside my immediate family was huge in my socialization. Before long, 3 unrelated people in a 3-bedroom apartment or house was the norm for me.