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There was a whole 3 weeks of the summer dedicated to watching The Office. All 7 seasons of it on Netflix. Curtains would be drawn, the whole side of the bed by the wall had a permanent fetal position imprinted on it. My laptop would be lying sideways to accommodate for my head also lying sideways. Those 3 weeks were the best of my summer. And therein, I think, lies the problem.

Hypothetical situations of myself being like everyone else I know when it comes to spending my free time during a break or a summer happen too often in my head. The fact is, I'm not and never will be like everyone else with cool, understanding, hip parents. I never will be. My parents just aren't parents. They weren't ready to have me, or any of us for that matter. My dad especially. He's not ready to be a responsible adult and he does not set a good example for me as far as living like an adult goes. As a person, he's a great role-model I look up to but I do not look up to him as an adult, at all.

Is that sad? Does that sound bad?