I feel like it'd be easier to live by myself.
To live among nature and among wildlife.
To take a step away from electronics, and wifi.
To step back and away from things that have slowly crept into our lives over a short period of time and filled the slots where time was once available.
I miss those days where the only electronics we had as children as far as communication goes was walkie talkies. I remember during a black out where there was no electricity, water, anything my mom gave me a walkie talkie and told me if I needed help to call her on it, she'd be listening. Of course I didn't and the only time she needed to use it was to tell me dinner was done (we had a gas stove). During that whole day people actually talked in my neighborhood. People actually got to know other neighbors besides the ones living right next door. I got to meet new friends and just use my imagination again. It was such a wonderful feeling. This is circa 2002.
Fast forward to now. I am 25, living with my boyfriend and the one thing coming in between us? His PS4. It was once the Xbox and now it's a ps4.
He can say it's not and it's his thing and that's understandable, but when we both get home late and only have 3 hours to really spend together before I (being the old lady) passes out for bed he spends that time playing his games. When we didn't live together, I would come over after either he or I got out of work, and he'd put on Pandora. We'd jam out and talk. Talk about anything and everything. How our day was, what we did, what we ate for lunch, and so on. Now it's just coming home and sitting on the couch watching him play video games. For a while I'll admit I was okay with it but now since all I do is work the same schedule as him and we don't have the same days off anymore the only time we get to spend together is when we are home and awake for the 4 hours before I pass out.
I guess I'm sort of over it now.
I am still trying to get used to this "writing" thing. I've lost many talents over the years and being a writer is one of them. I found stories written by myself from middle school and I got so caught up in the Chapters I forgot it was me.
Dating people really does have an affect on you as an individual.
Instead of my ex supporting my talents and my capabilities he shut them out trying to take them and turn them into his. He sucked at everything except cheating which he was exceptional at.
I wanted to write and he'd look it over making me feel like I wasn't a good writer. I wanted to sing and he told me not to. I wanted to do so many things and he said I was flirting, not smart enough, dreaming to big, and so on.
It sucks when the person you spend 3 years with almost has you forget yourself. Almost has you forget that you are a good writer and can have a creative mind. That photography is something you can do as a hobby and not as a profession. It just is a hard lesson that I am still trying to move on from. I am now at the stage of "How to Re-Discover your talents you lost while dating a pathetic, cross eyed, ugly, cheating slob".
So how do you "Re-Discover" your talents?
