At a radio station in Paris, Tennessee, there was a bathroom at the front for women (because all the office workers were women) and a bathroom at the back for men (because all the on-air folks were men, except me). I played oldies from the 30s-40s-50s and the average song was about two minutes long. I had to plan ahead to make a run down that hallway to the front and back, and woe to anyone who stood in the way!
But I was young then. Now, I'd just use the men's room.
Please don't do that. No matter how long it's been, there are ways to turn your life around, and help is available =probably much better help than was there when you were younger. You can get a referral through these folks: http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ Life can get better, I know it.
Once I mailed some homemade salsa to a blog friend. The postal clerk asked, "Is it fragile, liquid, or dangerous?"
I replied, "All of the above."
One of the two jars broke in transit. They put the whole mess in a plastic bag and delivered it. The recipient thought it was ruined, until I told him there were two jars. He opened the bag, rinsed out the salsa, and found the second jar still intact and sealed among the bagged broken glass, cardboard, and packing material.
A man in his 20s is within his rights to decide if and when he wants to eat. He should be buying his own groceries, anyway, or at least cooking for his parents. It seems like the time to solve this problem was ten to twenty years ago.
Just like the article says, Facebook makes all the difference in whether you keep up with high school friends. But then again, I don't go to Facebook much. I added all those people from high school mainly to see how they'd aged, who they married, how many kids and grandkids they have, and then never checked back again.
But I was young then. Now, I'd just use the men's room.
Life can get better, I know it.
I replied, "All of the above."
One of the two jars broke in transit. They put the whole mess in a plastic bag and delivered it. The recipient thought it was ruined, until I told him there were two jars. He opened the bag, rinsed out the salsa, and found the second jar still intact and sealed among the bagged broken glass, cardboard, and packing material.