Somewhere In Between

Your message about a messy house is funny because I am writing a story and the teenage protagonist Steve has this dialogue talking to Jason, another kid at his high school:

"...Most of my friends in Pleasant Hill were slobs. Clean clothes stacked on the furniture, dirty clothes on the floor, books and papers piled up everywhere. Phil, one of my friends, even had dirty dishes stacked on his desk and the floor. He was a total slob. His mom told him that she wasn't going to clean his room anymore. But he didn't clean it, either, until his mom would get his dad to take his laptop away from him until he cleaned his room. They did that every few weeks, usually when the smell got to them. Finally, I told him that we’d have to meet at my house since I couldn’t stand his mess. He just laughed and said that was fine with him, he couldn't stand his mess, either."

Actually, I understand Phil. It's a boy thing.

When I was in middle school my folks forced me to keep my room clean and neat. The punishment was severe: no electronics of any kind, no TV, no going to a friend's house, until my room was clean and passed inspection. It only took one time to convince me! That's also a boy thing.

Colin 

 

 

"Polishing something else entirely..." That's also a boy thing!

If I told you about one of the guys I shared an apartment with when I was nineteen, well it might make you wretch. This was beyond slob, way beyond - it was good he never shared a bedroom. Too lazy, or too stoned, maybe both, but when we were having a general clean up, which didn't happen often, we went into his room and what did we find? Quite a few bottles pretty full of a dark brown liquid which wasn't beer or soda or anything drinkable unless you wanted to imbibe your own body fluids. Yuck! We closed the door and left it.

LOL!

 

Jason, I love your writing. Wish we could see more of it, but I guess you're too busy trying to make a living.

Don't forget to smell the roses.

C

On 8/25/2017 at 1:37 AM, colinian said:

Your message about a messy house is funny because I am writing a story and the teenage protagonist Steve has this dialogue talking to Jason, another kid at his high school:

"...Most of my friends in Pleasant Hill were slobs. Clean clothes stacked on the furniture, dirty clothes on the floor, books and papers piled up everywhere. Phil, one of my friends, even had dirty dishes stacked on his desk and the floor. He was a total slob. His mom told him that she wasn't going to clean his room anymore. But he didn't clean it, either, until his mom would get his dad to take his laptop away from him until he cleaned his room. They did that every few weeks, usually when the smell got to them. Finally, I told him that we’d have to meet at my house since I couldn’t stand his mess. He just laughed and said that was fine with him, he couldn't stand his mess, either."

Actually, I understand Phil. It's a boy thing.

When I was in middle school my folks forced me to keep my room clean and neat. The punishment was severe: no electronics of any kind, no TV, no going to a friend's house, until my room was clean and passed inspection. It only took one time to convince me! That's also a boy thing.

Colin 

 

 

I've found I have always loved boy things!   :)

On 8/25/2017 at 9:40 AM, William King said:

"Polishing something else entirely..." That's also a boy thing!

If I told you about one of the guys I shared an apartment with when I was nineteen, well it might make you wretch. This was beyond slob, way beyond - it was good he never shared a bedroom. Too lazy, or too stoned, maybe both, but when we were having a general clean up, which didn't happen often, we went into his room and what did we find? Quite a few bottles pretty full of a dark brown liquid which wasn't beer or soda or anything drinkable unless you wanted to imbibe your own body fluids. Yuck! We closed the door and left it.

 

I've seen similiar habits throughout my life.  Gross on so many levels.

On 8/25/2017 at 3:03 PM, Cole Parker said:

Jason, I love your writing. Wish we could see more of it, but I guess you're too busy trying to make a living.

Don't forget to smell the roses.

C

You've always been so nice to me over the years.

 

Once upon a time, back in my sluttier days, I once went home with this hot guy, which means for me he was tall and lanky and pretty much a nerd with glasses.  His apartment wasnt too bad when we entered, didn't smell to awful, though there was a bunch of dirty dishes in the sink.  After making out a bit in the kitchen area, we went to his bedroom.  It was disgusting, the moment he opened the door I was hit with dirty clothes, probably sweaty gym shorts and the smell of dried cum.  Like he had been cumming everyday for a year on his sheets and never washed them.  Needless to say, he was completely confused when I just laughed and said i had to go.  

 

How can some people live in filth so casually?  Anyway

Jason