Oh yeah, no problem being out of the house. I developed a good shrug at the "she's always with a nose in a book". I was lucky, Dad supported the habit, lol. He was a bookworm too.
I felt this way as well. My sister was rebellious; I quickly learned to act in a way that kept the adults off my back. Then I'd have to endure them gushing about how "good" I was, and couldn't tell them it was because they were all raging drunk monsters.
I handled my own "old soulless" by being constantly buried in a book (when in an adult's presence), you can avoid a lot of hassle that way....
I did that. The response was usually being told I needed to go outside, because "Kids nowadays want to stay cooped up inside all the time!1!!"
There was really no escape. No matter what we did, they had a problem with it.
Oh yeah, no problem being out of the house. I developed a good shrug at the "she's always with a nose in a book". I was lucky, Dad supported the habit, lol. He was a bookworm too.
I was thinking about something similar the other day. People told me how “mature” I was for my age.
Give a child a sick parent and a closet and you’ll be mature too, I now want to say.
All they wanted was to see their own misery reflected back at them. And no laughter. Don't be happy.
I’m glad we’re on the unlearning of that together.
I felt this way as well. My sister was rebellious; I quickly learned to act in a way that kept the adults off my back. Then I'd have to endure them gushing about how "good" I was, and couldn't tell them it was because they were all raging drunk monsters.
Ah, yes. The drunkness factor.