I
’m not agoraphobic. I do not know even if I have some
phobia. My parents started to freak out about me not
getting out, but what can I do when there is nothing
that interests me particularly. They tell me to go to a
party, like – I’m a student, I’m young, the years are
passing by, and the stuff like that. What’s passing
by? What time? I spend my time rationally.
Instead of getting drunk outside, I do it at home. It
comes to the same. My friends, Fernando, Kevin,
Lee San and I play games, and then we make a
challenge, like - whoever loses has to bottom up
the beer. Madness, I swear. Some guys I know
get drunk somewhere, all wasted, no one can
get 911 from the first try. Horrible things…
What else can happen? Like this, at home
mom slaps me a couple of times and I am
brand new. And why drink anyway? My
parents are lucky to have me.
The problem is that they don’t know
how much they are lucky to have
me as their son. They are afraid of
the internet and television. They
check the music I listen to and
the comics I read. My mom waits
a chance when I go to the bathroom; she thinks I didn’t notice it. She doesn’t watch crime
series, so she doesn’t know
that my mess I know best.
I am one of those who
cannot live normally. I’m
constantly being bullied, for this or that... I
too have a life. Especially my parents:
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