and for once, my folks didn't make me feel like utter dogshit for it. no rants. no "you can never be a part of PROPER SOCIETY like this". just... "hey, leftovers are on the stovetop, help yourself". not even a passive aggressive note.
the paranoid part of me can't help but be like "okay what's the long-term game being played here".
well. anyway. i'm still alive.
i got a lappy. it's a potato dad got for free (old, discarded work equipment), but they at least seem to understand how important it is for me to stay in contact with everyone, and i do genuinely appreciate having it. 8GB RAM with windows 10 is very brave. maybe i'll finally bite the bullet and have a machine with a linux distro. we'll see. i don't have the energy to deal with it yet.
maybe they genuinely just missed me. or, well, the person i have since long replaced. i admit, it is rather uncomfortable to be using fragments of an old, discarded cocoon as a mask, but, it can't be helped.
