Its nonsense propaganda that its ‘lame’ for friends to meet your parents or hang out at their place. Its all a cultural trick to get you to pay your life savings to a landlord. Learn to have fun with it, I always found it highly amusing to bring a ton of queers over to my parent’s place. If they don’t want you to do that, its another matter.
I do very much hate the idea of giving money to a landlord, I guess one good thing about my situation is that no landleeches have ever leeched off me
but yeah I still just don’t want to have people over at my parents house. it’s not a big house and they’re home all the time, so is my brother. this place was built in the 50s and it was built cheap, these walls are thin. I like to stay up late and listen to music and watch movies with surround sound and none of that would really fly I’m afraid
edit: this is kinda a moot point cause I don’t have any friends here at the moment anyway, although I do have hope that will change
My parents are not the absolute worst by any means, but leaving their house was the best thing for me. It meant that I had a place with my own agency over, I didn’t feel the constant need to justify myself, it seemed like my social life began in earnest, I wasn’t incapable of taking care of myself, I even was doing well in school.
Having to share access to domestic factors with people outside my immediate family was huge in my socialization. Before long, 3 unrelated people in a 3-bedroom apartment or house was the norm for me.
Its nonsense propaganda that its ‘lame’ for friends to meet your parents or hang out at their place. Its all a cultural trick to get you to pay your life savings to a landlord. Learn to have fun with it, I always found it highly amusing to bring a ton of queers over to my parent’s place. If they don’t want you to do that, its another matter.
I do very much hate the idea of giving money to a landlord, I guess one good thing about my situation is that no landleeches have ever leeched off me
but yeah I still just don’t want to have people over at my parents house. it’s not a big house and they’re home all the time, so is my brother. this place was built in the 50s and it was built cheap, these walls are thin. I like to stay up late and listen to music and watch movies with surround sound and none of that would really fly I’m afraid
edit: this is kinda a moot point cause I don’t have any friends here at the moment anyway, although I do have hope that will change
I disagree.
My parents are not the absolute worst by any means, but leaving their house was the best thing for me. It meant that I had a place with my own agency over, I didn’t feel the constant need to justify myself, it seemed like my social life began in earnest, I wasn’t incapable of taking care of myself, I even was doing well in school.
Having to share access to domestic factors with people outside my immediate family was huge in my socialization. Before long, 3 unrelated people in a 3-bedroom apartment or house was the norm for me.