Laststop
Experienced
- Jul 9, 2019
- 243
I watched a TV show tonight that reminded me of the very short happiest part of my life, and a day that was right at the end of it. I left school, had worked for a while, and almost had my first car. But at the time was still living with my family. This was my Grandparents, which made it the best, but my father who had separated....again...from his 100th wife and my half brother and sister, moved in too, and the adult world was starting for me. I worked a night kitchen job at a hotel, and my father would pick me up at the end of my shift, until I got my car. One night lasted really late, and they offered to let me stay in a room free if I would stay until the end. It was funny. Right next to the hotel's boiler, all hot and loud, just like you would see them do for a free room in a comedy movie! Anyway, I got out at like 2AM, and didn't get much sleep. I walked from where the hotel was to a McDonald's to meet my father.
As I walked I started thinking about how this was one of the few times thus far I had spent the night away from my home. I didn't feel like the times I had stayed over a friends house. I felt alone. It was the first time I had been alone as an adult, doing work. It didn't feel like I was going home. In that moment I felt so lonely. I pine for youth all the time. For those short years with my grandparents. And as I remember back to that morning when I felt like I had no one, I think about now, and how I really do have no one. I have no home and people to go to anymore. I'm a middle aged man that has nothing to live for. Nothing but to exist, pay bills, and keep breathing because I'm suppose to. And the scary part is that I can't even bring myself to feel lonely like that morning.
I feel nothing. In fact, the more I think about trying hard to keep going all I feel is fear. Also, when I think about how I would do things differently if I had to do them over again, knowing what I do now, I'm not sure things would have been better? And to top it all off, I think back to those better days all the time to get by, and no matter how bad everything else is, that tiny island of the life I love is something that makes it hard to leave life. Like, I can't remember about my mall and arcade if I'm dead. Even if it was so long ago, neither of them exist anymore, and the future holds nothing but suck as far as I can see. I wish I had a solid resolve to go. Maybe things will get worst and force my resolve for me?
As I walked I started thinking about how this was one of the few times thus far I had spent the night away from my home. I didn't feel like the times I had stayed over a friends house. I felt alone. It was the first time I had been alone as an adult, doing work. It didn't feel like I was going home. In that moment I felt so lonely. I pine for youth all the time. For those short years with my grandparents. And as I remember back to that morning when I felt like I had no one, I think about now, and how I really do have no one. I have no home and people to go to anymore. I'm a middle aged man that has nothing to live for. Nothing but to exist, pay bills, and keep breathing because I'm suppose to. And the scary part is that I can't even bring myself to feel lonely like that morning.
I feel nothing. In fact, the more I think about trying hard to keep going all I feel is fear. Also, when I think about how I would do things differently if I had to do them over again, knowing what I do now, I'm not sure things would have been better? And to top it all off, I think back to those better days all the time to get by, and no matter how bad everything else is, that tiny island of the life I love is something that makes it hard to leave life. Like, I can't remember about my mall and arcade if I'm dead. Even if it was so long ago, neither of them exist anymore, and the future holds nothing but suck as far as I can see. I wish I had a solid resolve to go. Maybe things will get worst and force my resolve for me?
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