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Living At Home...

Why are gay men so mean when it comes to how they feel about people living at home with their parents? I mean, I shouldn't care what folk say but sometimes it does bother me. These people hit me up for whatever reason but soon turn sour when they realize I can't host or don't have my own car. I understand that people who have their own work hard for it but that doesn't give you the right to put other people down because they are not where you are exactly at this point in life. In my situation, it upsets me that people just assume I'm a bum, and they don't care to even know what things happened in my life that led me to have to be at home right now. They don't care. It's just fucked up how people are so materialistic and shallow.

Of course I would rather have my own place and my own car but that's just not in the cards for me at this point. I've had those things before and I know the work involved in having them. But not having them doesn't mean I'm a bad person or unworthy of respect. And gay men wonder why it's so hard to meet people out here? They are all just so stuck on the things that have nothing to do with a person's personality or character. It's funny how I'm good looking enough for them to hit me up but when I don't give them the responses they desire, that's when they turn evil and spiteful. It's just crazy.

But what's really so bad about me being at home right now? I have someone who loves me enough to make sure I'm not out in the street or homeless. I have a room to myself, a warm bed, a closet full of clothes, tv, internet and food to put in my belly every day. If I need to get somewhere, I can, whether it's an Uber or Lyft or getting dropped off. Shit, if it's worth it I'll even take the bus. But people don't care about that, they want someone who has everything so they never have to do anything. That's just selfish if you ask me. And so many of these guys who have "their own" are bitter and unhappy with life. They work so hard to have so very little, and they take their frustrations out on those of us they feel are beneath them, and that's just unfair and wrong if you ask me. They have no idea what it's like to have had something and lost it due to life's circumstances.

Yeah, there are times when I feel like I'll never get out of this situation I'm in, and there are days where I feel hopeful and optimistic about what the future holds. Either way I've got to face it no matter what happens. Would it be so bad to be left with this house after aunt Bert leaves me? No, it wouldn't. I wouldn't be inheriting something that's paid for but it would be a start. I would have somewhere to live and it would be up to me to maintain it, which I believe I could. I just don't know what's gonna happen between now and that time. I definitely hope aunt Bert doesn't die anytime soon, but it's a reality that I have to think about as she gets older. But whatever the situation, I have to be able to handle it when it comes and not lose focus on what I need to do for myself because after she's gone there will be nobody left to look after me the way she does.

I shouldn't feel bad about living at home. It's a blessing to be here and to have some sort of comfort and security at this point in my life. I'm not a bad son. I don't break the house rules. I help out when I'm needed and I try to contribute when I am asked or required to. I cut grass, bring in groceries, and do whatever else my aunt asks me to do, so I'm not just a burden on her. She's told me many times that she'll have to pay her rent no matter if I'm here or not, so it's not like me being here is putting her in a bad situation. I just wish other people didn't see this as a reason to put me down or try to belittle me for their own ego boost. I've done the things I was supposed to do in life, and I refuse to let a temporary setback keep me from feeling good about myself and my life. I'm a good guy and I need to believe that and not let others put their own negative feelings and thoughts on me to make themselves feel or look better.

I appreciate the fact that I get to live at home. Right now it's probably the best place that I could be at the moment. I could be out here struggling or barely able to afford to eat. But I'm not, I'm taken care of and loved and secure. That's a blessing. No matter what anyone else says I deserve respect and that's not dependent on where I live and who's name is on the lease or deed. One day things will change and I just pray that I'm ready to take on the responsibility when that time comes.

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