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Oct. 14th, 2002 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluebeardThis game rocks. It's a puzzle game with a really, really original concept behind it.
I'm trying desperately to stay awake. Resetting my sleep schedule, once again.. My body just seems to prefer being awake at night.
--- family-ness below ---
how exactly is a queerboy with his own ideas on spirituality, politics, etc, who's been alienated from his huntin', beer-guzzlin', bowling/pool-tournament-playin' father supposed to re-establish his relationship with said? wait.. re-establish? Something has to have existed in the first place for it to be a "re".
My parents raised the three of us in a way that's very atypical of their families and their generation: they allowed us to make our own decisions, and supported and promoted the aspects of our lives that seemed beneficial, even if it wasn't what they were into. When I dropped out of sports as a kid (I was a gymnast and played baseball) and started showing more interest in nature and computers, they bought me a Tandy and took me to state parks to go hiking. When I showed disinterest in church and questioned the existence of God, they said I didn't have to go. As a teenager, when I got into paganism and witchcraft, they got ahold of pamphlets and brochures to educate themselves with, and ultimately decided that it's influence on me was a good thing. They handled the whole "gay thing" pretty well, too.
On one hand, in my opinion, that's the best way for parents to handle their children. On the other, it furthered the rift that was growing between me and my family: I didn't think in the same terms that they did, and while they weren't going to try to force me to think otherwise, they didn't know how to talk to me about my own views, either. As a result, I don't know my parents very well, as people, and I think the reverse is true also. I can think of lots of ways that we're different, but few similarities.
Now, here I am as an adult(?), living under their roof again, and I run into exactly the same problems. I can talk more openly with my mom now; idle chat has gotten rather easy. She and I don't really talk about much of any significance, though.. it's always what X cousin did, or how soon Y's birthday is. Dad and I don't really talk at all, unless it's about his hunting trips, and there's not much to be said there -- "I went, I saw, I shot, we ate it." He and I don't have anything remotely near a similar sense of humor, except for dirty jokes, and he's never in a good enough mood to tell those anymore anyway.
it's very frustrating.
I'm trying desperately to stay awake. Resetting my sleep schedule, once again.. My body just seems to prefer being awake at night.
--- family-ness below ---
how exactly is a queerboy with his own ideas on spirituality, politics, etc, who's been alienated from his huntin', beer-guzzlin', bowling/pool-tournament-playin' father supposed to re-establish his relationship with said? wait.. re-establish? Something has to have existed in the first place for it to be a "re".
My parents raised the three of us in a way that's very atypical of their families and their generation: they allowed us to make our own decisions, and supported and promoted the aspects of our lives that seemed beneficial, even if it wasn't what they were into. When I dropped out of sports as a kid (I was a gymnast and played baseball) and started showing more interest in nature and computers, they bought me a Tandy and took me to state parks to go hiking. When I showed disinterest in church and questioned the existence of God, they said I didn't have to go. As a teenager, when I got into paganism and witchcraft, they got ahold of pamphlets and brochures to educate themselves with, and ultimately decided that it's influence on me was a good thing. They handled the whole "gay thing" pretty well, too.
On one hand, in my opinion, that's the best way for parents to handle their children. On the other, it furthered the rift that was growing between me and my family: I didn't think in the same terms that they did, and while they weren't going to try to force me to think otherwise, they didn't know how to talk to me about my own views, either. As a result, I don't know my parents very well, as people, and I think the reverse is true also. I can think of lots of ways that we're different, but few similarities.
Now, here I am as an adult(?), living under their roof again, and I run into exactly the same problems. I can talk more openly with my mom now; idle chat has gotten rather easy. She and I don't really talk about much of any significance, though.. it's always what X cousin did, or how soon Y's birthday is. Dad and I don't really talk at all, unless it's about his hunting trips, and there's not much to be said there -- "I went, I saw, I shot, we ate it." He and I don't have anything remotely near a similar sense of humor, except for dirty jokes, and he's never in a good enough mood to tell those anymore anyway.
it's very frustrating.