I don’t see why I ned therapy. I’m not the one who needs a therapist. Yes, I’m stressed out, and maybe I’ve been a little emotional lately. You would be too, if you lived at my house.
All they do is argue. Doesn’t matter if it’s a big thing or a small thing. I mean, the other day, they argued about how to cut the toast. My roommate john #1 had cut it straight across and the other roommate John#2 said it should go on the diagonal. Then my john #1 said that he wasn’t his mother and it was time to cut the apron strings.
Whatever that means. When they realized I was in the kitchen, john#1 flashed me haha fake smile and passed me a plate of toast. I said I wasn’t hungry. Next thing, he’ll think I’m anorexic. So what if I stay in my room? It’s peaceful there with my earbuds in.
Music makes me happy. I’ve been thinking about learning to play an instrument. I made the mistake of mentioning this to my parents. Right away, dad offered to get out his old trumpet. Mom said that he should shut up and let me decide. Then dad told mom that she didn’t have to be such a witch about it.
I said I was finished with dinner and asked to be excused. And mom all of a sudden acted concerned and felt my forehead to see if I was sick. I went to my room and I could tell they were still arguing.
They were doing that thing where they were trying to keep their voices down, but it’s totally obvious. They weren’t always like this. I mean, they used to be in love. If you ask me, they are the ones who need therapy. I mean, am I missing something here? haha
Thank you for saying that. I really mean it, I do. Most people don’t take young guys like me seriously.
Do you play an instrument? Oh, the cello is nice. But I was thinking more like drums.