Unexpected House Guest

I think I'm too nice...

A younger guy at work got kicked out of his place for too much partying and noise, by his dad. In a moment of weakness, and not taking the time to think about it, I offered up my office/studio for him to use while he is searching for a new place to live.

I really should have kept my  mouth shut and thought it over...

Yes, I get that he's young and likes to have fun, but if the only other things you do besides work are drink, smoke pot and play computer games, you need to rethink your life. So he's had a tough upbringing, drunk dad and druggie mom, but come on dude, pull your head out of your ass. Do you want to end up like them, the parents you detest? Yes, you are young. But you've already been arrested and on probation for dealing drugs. You'd think that would be an indication that your life isn't going in the best direction.

So now I've been stuck with this teenager in my house, this stinky, loud, messy, inconsiderate man-child, and I. Want. Him. OUT.

I don't think I should have to wait in the morning to use my own bathroom, and then when I do finally get in there, I don't want water all over the floor and counter, and my hand towel covered in either toothpaste or shaving cream. Get your own damn towel for that. Oh! And he used up my washing pods, and leaves the dish cloth all bunched up to get smelly and crap.

Maybe I'm overreacting to normal guy behavior, but he can get his own house to leave in shambles, because I want mine BACK!

Melancholy

Sometimes, life just calls for some calm, blue-grey, slightly sad pondering. I feel like a wandering soul, lost in the world. Other souls seem to find a kindred spirit, no matter how awful they are.

I wish I could have a little cabin on the shore of an island like Ireland or England, or a northern coast somewhere, to do with what I will, sit in nature when I want, run around naked if I please. I wish I could write and paint and draw and sculpt for a living, but that takes money, as does all living. Maybe sometime in life I will be able to afford the land, and build the cabin of my dreams... start an orchard and a garden and a few livestock for a self-sustainable existence.

I would live in softness and clouds, surrounded by light and in partnership with nature. Washing my clothes in a stream, drying them by the sun, laying naked on the hill, caressed by the sun and the breeze. Writing by candlelight, waking with the dawn. Singing with the wind, whatever tune pleases my ears. Creating whatever pleases my eyes and my soul.

If only dreams and wishes came true...






Ondine
I Capture the Castle