Living with a 21 year old prima donna is not exactly easy for an old geezer like me. I am cranky, she is sloppy and lazy. She is on the internet or phone all the time and when she is not she is in the bathroom. I need to make appointments to take a dump. It is fun to watch her primp for hours, only to go to Rite Aid to get more makeup, but then I have work to do and it is very distracting. My school work is suffering. I am barely able to keep up and I want to keep an A average so that means a little extra effort. I spend more time cleaning than I do studying. I am imagining having my son move in at age 18 will be about the same. I get pissed threaten to throw her out, she grudgingly does what I say, like go cut off her fingernails in the bathroom instead of the bed. I am eating in the bed, not that my example is exemplary, but I am hooked up to the machine and have no choice if I want dinner.
Sex with a 21 year old is a bit sketchy. I am all hot and bothered, she is barely interested. Could be the age difference, or values. I come from a generation that placed a lot of personal commitment value in sex time. She comes from a generation where sex is incidental to internet time. For me sex is fucking and sucking, for her sex is anything sexual, preferably a form of masturbation on a web cam. I simply don’t find web cam sex to be real, especially when there is a real person in the bed next to me, although she is far away talking to somebodies in an internet chat room with the Skype on. I have to be careful not to get in the way, she doesn’t want her friends to think she is into old white guys, although that is what she is used to.
Food is another issue. She throws away whole plates full of food if she doesn’t like it or is full. I believe in leftovers, and recycling. It kills me to see her throw away perfectly good food that our roommate will eat. He is a human garbage disposal. We argue about it, she says food is easy to come by so why care, I say it may not be so easy and on principal I don’t like to waste it. I feel like some depression era old guy saying the sky is going to fall in, talking to her, she doesn’t relate. She has always known affluence, and she has access to sources who buy food for her all the time, including me. So what is her incentive, my moral exhortations? I doubt it. Then there is the argument about what to eat. I hate junk food and she loves it. I like to cook from scratch, she likes premade stuff, and on it goes. My former girlfriend was the same way. It must be the age thing. I would love to meet a young girl with healthy eating habits. But these kids are immortal, why should they listen.
I am perusing my emails, saw that there is an anarchist presence being organized for the May Day March. I might go to a meeting, although, really, what is there to meet about? You gather around the Black Flag on the day of, and you decide then if you want to do direct action or simply go along with the crowd. May Day is coming. I have been invited to many meeting; I don’t go because between school, girlfriend and dialysis, I have about all I can cover on my plate. Speaking of which, I have some history to read. Let us see if youth and age can comingle for long. Or is it all mere folly, reports to follow.
Will love and lust win or practical reality? Stay tuned my friends, for the next report. Last night I was telling her to leave, today I am all weepy over her sleeping form, such beauty, and indifference. It would be almost tragic if it were not so comical.
Tags: Reality Vs. Romance