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shtoo·py [sh-too-pee] adjective, -er, -est, noun -adjective 1. lacking ordinary quickness and keenness of mind; dull. 2. characterized by or proceeding from mental dullness; foolish; senseless: a shtoopy movie 3. tediously dull, especially due to lack of meaning or sense; inane; pointless: a shtoopy song 4. annoying or irritating; troublesome: Stop playing that shtoopy game. -noun 5. Informal a shtoopy person. Origin: 1999-2011; A word used among friends at school, later revived to become a way of life.

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Text 30 Day Challenge: Day 18

Disrespecting Parents

I’m not entirely sure what this is supposed to mean. Do I write about my parents or parents in general? I’m sorry but this one screams of teenage angst. The past two years have been pretty rough on me and I was lucky enough to have parents who took me in and supported me through it all. With that being said, I can’t wait to finally be moved out. My dad is a bit of a hoarder (nothing as bad as you see on TV, but still a major pain in the ass) and so I can’t wait to get away from all of his piles of crap. I’m pretty sure I’ll likely end up going to opposite direction, throwing away things that I should keep. The hardest part is having friends over, I’m so ashamed of my dad’s mess that I always need to give a warning to people who are coming over for the first time.

Usually they don’t see it as a big deal but it still really bothers me. I don’t put up much of a fuss because my parents are nice enough to let me move back in rent free (my dad tried to get me to pay rent but I told him I would once he had moved all of his broken computers out of my room, that was nine months ago and barely anything has changed, as I expected) but also because I know I’ll be leaving eventually and then I’ll never put up with his mess again. I have this image in my mind of coming home for the holidays and going to my room and finding it like I did once when I came home while I was in college, with only about a square foot of walking space and a pile of bubble wrap that went up to the ceiling. When that happened coming home from college I had to put up with it because I didn’t really have any other options, but when I imagine it happening once I’ve permanently moved out I would just turn around and walk out of the house. Playing that scenario through my mind is a nice catharsis for me, allowing me to put up with my dad’s mess a little bit longer because soon I’ll never be forced to deal with it again.

#30 day challenge #hoarding