The Venn Diagram.

I really wish that I could sleep naked. Yes, I said it. It's not that I actually am some sort of neo-clothes-burning hippie, it's just that I'd enjoy the option of being able to choose whether or not I would like to use attire in my room, in my dwelling place. I don't say "house" because it's not my house, it's my mother's. And it feels like it's just as much my sisters' and my brothers, and from time to time his friends', but not mine. I want something that's mine.

Selfish? Possibly. Unreasonable? No. I just wonder what it feels like to have the space; to have a place with a space in it that is my own. Yes, I have a room at my mother's house, but I don't think it's big enough to hold my thoughts. Plus, I like the idea of existing within my own small anarchy. Just my rules, in my little world, where I can change with the wind, or be static and no one question me about it, or think something is wrong because I'm not sharing enough of myself or my time with others existent in this conglomerate of worlds. Nothing is wrong, except that now I am forced to explain to you that nothing is wrong.

Get a job, move out. I know, I know; I'm working on it. But right now the job market is looking dim for someone who will not be able to devout 40 hrs to it during the school year, or someone who will not do it for free (we call those internships in my world). And... I plan on studying abroad. It would be pretty much 100% illogical to know one plans to study abroad and then move out to waste money.

Well, guess I'll kind of simmer down here in my foreign space, for now I'll try to appear as though I'm peacefully dwelling in my I'm-too-old-for-this I-really-just-like-the-quiet-too-much-for-5-people place and deal with this ever pressing and ever increasingly-annoying dilemma. Geesh.

Oh, nakedness. Where are thou?