My partner and I rent a room in a shared household.
The house is owned by two sisters. One of them lives with her own family at another house. The other, our landlady, splits her time each week between the house and an out of state job, where she stays at the spare room of another family member.
The landlady's guy is at the house most of the time, except when he occasionally visits her out of state rather than her coming back here.
There's another couple here, who often party hard with the rock star drug scene but are fairly mellow sweethearts at home. The guy used to be in the military and is big on how military, prison, etc. can wake up a drifting person and give them a sense of focus and self-discipline. Then there's a couple of empty small bedrooms left over. It's a big house.
Into one of the small bedrooms moved the deeply troubled nephew of the landlady. He's suffered for years from schizophrenia, depression and bipolar disorder. He's been given heavy duty medication that just makes him sleepy, and clueless counseling that doesn't resolve anything. He has terrible inner pain and emptiness from his father abandoning his family when he was just a few years old, and from other ups and downs (mostly downs) throughout his life. Since he just turned 18, his Mom doesn't want to have to take care of him any more. His family's Catholic and he'd like to believe in God but doesn't know what meaning his life could have. When he's prayed, he hasn't felt any different.
His way of dealing with this has been to take lots and lots of various drugs. He was kicked out of high school for dealing dope. He was later able to get a medical marijuana prescription. There's some brain damage but it's not clear to me if this was before or after he started taking all the drugs, both official and self-medicating.
His grandfather just died and left him a lot of money. Invested responsibly, the interest would easily cover his basic cost of living. He's blown through a lot of it on various drugs and stupid mistakes. He supposes that if he could only get busy with a girlfriend, that would solve his feeling of emptiness.
I could tell something was wrong, but I didn't know all the history until tonight.
The kid just got three pit bull puppies and put 'em in the backyard, and a python whose terrarium was on the kitchen counter for a week until he got around to taking the snake up to his room. The aunt has a strict no pets rule for the house.
A few days ago the kid disappeared without a trace. The roommates had to buy dog food. A nice young family who's good friends of the rock stars came by and the kids loved playing with the puppies. The landlady, who's out of town for the weekend, said she was going to have her brother who's in town come and toss the kid out tomorrow, whether or not he had another place to go.
The rock stars went out this evening and said they'd be back tomorrow, but give 'em a call if the kid showed up. There was a fear that he might destroy the vintage guitar rig.
The kid arrived back tonight. I happened to be up late in the living room, surfing the web on the couch. I was bored but couldn't get to sleep. I didn't have much concentration to write, so I just poked around at some pointless stuff... found a nice Mahjong game. I finally figured some spiritual conversation would be interesting, so I opened up this site to see what's up. Just then the doorbell rang.
The prodigal son returned, without his house key. He came back from a few days of taking 30 ecstasy pills, a dozen acid hits and a few other things I can't remember. He thought he bought some friendship by paying for the whole crowd of people he doesn't know to go to a fun spot, but when the money ran out they abandoned him. While on acid he saw visions of the lizard people ghosts who hate him. He had goosebumps while telling all this. His phone battery had died and it didn't occur to him to try to call anyone from a pay phone. It's cold tonight and he came back at midnight with just shorts and a T shirt.
We had an interesting conversation for a couple of hours. He sounds genuinely remorseful and sorrowful for messing up. He realizes that suicide would leave behind a lot of hurt and confused people. He realizes that trying to solve disrespect by gaining it with a gun is not a good option for him any more. He realizes what he's been doing doesn't work and he has to learn something better.
I told him that I also haven't had any direct spiritual experiences, but I do think that some people try to help and serve others at least half the time, some choose to be manipulative SOB's, most people are too busy with their worries to make a choice, and spiritual forces try to push us to see which way we'll go. If there is free will, it means people have the right to mess up and be hurtful. If there is a God or spiritual forces, they respond to sincere requests for help. Maybe life doesn't have an intrinsic meaning, but we get to choose what our lives mean. It would be best for someone who's not emotionally stable to not take acid trips that bring him face to face with the ghost lizard people. Maybe learning how to be responsible is enough of a challenge for now. He liked those ideas a lot.
I think within the next few days: The dogs will wind up with a caring home. The snake will likely go to a pet store. The guns will wind up in the care of the military guy until they're sold. A local 12-step group will have a new member sponsored in. A one-month transition plan will lead to the kid's next home: a motorhome, studio apartment, or room in a sober living house. Counseling from someone equipped to have these kinds of heavy talks as often as he needs will be available.
My partner happened to have insomnia and joined the conversation with her own point of view about spiritual matters and life choices, pretty much reinforcing the same ideas.
After releasing some overdue tears, the kid finally had a few new ideas to ponder about how to turn over a new leaf.
The kid decided to smoke a bowl and then go to bed. The rock stars got their request call and a suggestion that they wait and see what happens rather than try to enforce their own version of discipline on the situation. The partner has insomnia and your Questioner doesn't really have any questions about all of this. Just noting with interest the providential coincidence that the kid happened to be greeted by someone in a mood to stay up late and wax metaphysical.
Thanks for letting me share my experience. I stayed up long past my bedtime, and tomorrow will likely be an action-packed day of further catalyst. I hope to have time to get online at some point tomorrow.
The house is owned by two sisters. One of them lives with her own family at another house. The other, our landlady, splits her time each week between the house and an out of state job, where she stays at the spare room of another family member.
The landlady's guy is at the house most of the time, except when he occasionally visits her out of state rather than her coming back here.
There's another couple here, who often party hard with the rock star drug scene but are fairly mellow sweethearts at home. The guy used to be in the military and is big on how military, prison, etc. can wake up a drifting person and give them a sense of focus and self-discipline. Then there's a couple of empty small bedrooms left over. It's a big house.
Into one of the small bedrooms moved the deeply troubled nephew of the landlady. He's suffered for years from schizophrenia, depression and bipolar disorder. He's been given heavy duty medication that just makes him sleepy, and clueless counseling that doesn't resolve anything. He has terrible inner pain and emptiness from his father abandoning his family when he was just a few years old, and from other ups and downs (mostly downs) throughout his life. Since he just turned 18, his Mom doesn't want to have to take care of him any more. His family's Catholic and he'd like to believe in God but doesn't know what meaning his life could have. When he's prayed, he hasn't felt any different.
His way of dealing with this has been to take lots and lots of various drugs. He was kicked out of high school for dealing dope. He was later able to get a medical marijuana prescription. There's some brain damage but it's not clear to me if this was before or after he started taking all the drugs, both official and self-medicating.
His grandfather just died and left him a lot of money. Invested responsibly, the interest would easily cover his basic cost of living. He's blown through a lot of it on various drugs and stupid mistakes. He supposes that if he could only get busy with a girlfriend, that would solve his feeling of emptiness.
I could tell something was wrong, but I didn't know all the history until tonight.
The kid just got three pit bull puppies and put 'em in the backyard, and a python whose terrarium was on the kitchen counter for a week until he got around to taking the snake up to his room. The aunt has a strict no pets rule for the house.
A few days ago the kid disappeared without a trace. The roommates had to buy dog food. A nice young family who's good friends of the rock stars came by and the kids loved playing with the puppies. The landlady, who's out of town for the weekend, said she was going to have her brother who's in town come and toss the kid out tomorrow, whether or not he had another place to go.
The rock stars went out this evening and said they'd be back tomorrow, but give 'em a call if the kid showed up. There was a fear that he might destroy the vintage guitar rig.
The kid arrived back tonight. I happened to be up late in the living room, surfing the web on the couch. I was bored but couldn't get to sleep. I didn't have much concentration to write, so I just poked around at some pointless stuff... found a nice Mahjong game. I finally figured some spiritual conversation would be interesting, so I opened up this site to see what's up. Just then the doorbell rang.
The prodigal son returned, without his house key. He came back from a few days of taking 30 ecstasy pills, a dozen acid hits and a few other things I can't remember. He thought he bought some friendship by paying for the whole crowd of people he doesn't know to go to a fun spot, but when the money ran out they abandoned him. While on acid he saw visions of the lizard people ghosts who hate him. He had goosebumps while telling all this. His phone battery had died and it didn't occur to him to try to call anyone from a pay phone. It's cold tonight and he came back at midnight with just shorts and a T shirt.
We had an interesting conversation for a couple of hours. He sounds genuinely remorseful and sorrowful for messing up. He realizes that suicide would leave behind a lot of hurt and confused people. He realizes that trying to solve disrespect by gaining it with a gun is not a good option for him any more. He realizes what he's been doing doesn't work and he has to learn something better.
I told him that I also haven't had any direct spiritual experiences, but I do think that some people try to help and serve others at least half the time, some choose to be manipulative SOB's, most people are too busy with their worries to make a choice, and spiritual forces try to push us to see which way we'll go. If there is free will, it means people have the right to mess up and be hurtful. If there is a God or spiritual forces, they respond to sincere requests for help. Maybe life doesn't have an intrinsic meaning, but we get to choose what our lives mean. It would be best for someone who's not emotionally stable to not take acid trips that bring him face to face with the ghost lizard people. Maybe learning how to be responsible is enough of a challenge for now. He liked those ideas a lot.
I think within the next few days: The dogs will wind up with a caring home. The snake will likely go to a pet store. The guns will wind up in the care of the military guy until they're sold. A local 12-step group will have a new member sponsored in. A one-month transition plan will lead to the kid's next home: a motorhome, studio apartment, or room in a sober living house. Counseling from someone equipped to have these kinds of heavy talks as often as he needs will be available.
My partner happened to have insomnia and joined the conversation with her own point of view about spiritual matters and life choices, pretty much reinforcing the same ideas.
After releasing some overdue tears, the kid finally had a few new ideas to ponder about how to turn over a new leaf.
The kid decided to smoke a bowl and then go to bed. The rock stars got their request call and a suggestion that they wait and see what happens rather than try to enforce their own version of discipline on the situation. The partner has insomnia and your Questioner doesn't really have any questions about all of this. Just noting with interest the providential coincidence that the kid happened to be greeted by someone in a mood to stay up late and wax metaphysical.
Thanks for letting me share my experience. I stayed up long past my bedtime, and tomorrow will likely be an action-packed day of further catalyst. I hope to have time to get online at some point tomorrow.