Did This Just Actually Happen?

My parents are just after lecturing me on how university changed me. Apparently I’m loud now, and it’s a bad thing. But more than that they also wish to impose a curfew on me. My illness is used as justification for the fact that I cannot decide myself when to go to sleep. I also did not get enough fresh air in Maynooth and that’s why I have this illness, yes, sure that’s logical…

This is why I was dreading coming home. Ugh, just wait till we start fighting about religion again. It may sound petty, but for a while at least I could decide how my life went. Now, now I have to submit to the rules of people who still treat me like a little boy. In their eyes I couldn’t handle my year away from them because I got ill, and arguing with them is like arguing with a brick wall.

It’s going to be a long summer!

I just ate an ice cream cone. I can’t believe an entire summer has passed and this is my first one this year. I love ice cream. Look at me, taking joy in the little things. Wow I’ve changed these past few months.

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Every summer, when my sister and I get a break from school, my parents decide to devise some sort of family chore. Usually this involves a trip to the bog. But today we got to spend our time painting the living room.

It took hours. I’m not even kidding, it was so incredibly boring and monotonous and now that it’s painted (the same colour as it was originally) I can’t even tell the difference. I guess my parents think of it as a good form of family bonding.

So, considering I had nothing to do I decided to broach the gay topic again, to get a feel of the thoughts and viewpoints of my family. I had no intention of coming out then and there. The result, they are so neutral it is infuriating. It makes it impossible to tell how they might react. I started by telling them about a story I read on the “internet” concerning a man, 75 years old who came out as gay after the death of his wife.

Dad: You think he would have figured out by then.

Mum: Maybe it takes some people longer.

Dad: True, he could be a bit on the slow side.

I then went on to play Born this way  on my ipod speakers. Result, I got Dad to sing the whole song, which I must say is just hilarious. Finally I went on to randomly sing a song with the line “The bad boys are always catching my eye.” Yes I’m aware it was a long shot. But I was out of ideas on how to bring up the topic! I just managed to make my Mum laugh, that was all.

Like I said they are so neutral. It really drove me mad at the time. But looking back at it, neutrality is much more preferable over hatred among other things. Still I am at a loss in regards to how I should proceed.