It’s rather quiet and desolate when you reach a stage such as the one that brings me here.
There’s a great deal of introspection, silence, and wishing that time travel existed.
I’ve gathered my thoughts into a few posts here over the past couple of months. A few responses come through, a couple of days of very enjoyable conversation, then the typical ghosting sets in that’s at the core of the Reddit mentality.
The phrase in my title has been popping into my head lately. I don’t know what it’s like to be considered anymore. At home, I’m an afterthought, a piece of furniture.
I’m a tall, HWP, San Fernando Valley dad.
Being a dad is what I’ve found that I’m best at.
I spend the rest of my time hiking, kayaking, cycling getting through stacks of books, shopping for and listening to my vinyl collection, photography, and then somehow I mix in making dinner, washing clothes, cleaning, getting my kid back and forth to school and extracurriculars, as well as a full time job. Somehow it all happens every week.
I see many posts that talk about type. Really it all boils down to for me is a great sense of humor and solid “verbal ping pong” as I saw it referred to once.
I’d prefer someone also married with kids as they full understand being a member of the club.
Well, back to the laundry. 🧺