Oct 26

 Sleep. Sleep. Sleeep. Rough when waking. The usual.

I slept half the day away. Not up until 2pm, and then only because a work message pinged through.

As I had slept half the day away, I worked late instead. Went for a walk with Athena at dusk, but otherwise, worked late late. So, swings and roundabouts, I did a full days work anyway. Despite the sleeping.

Unexpected again today.

My nephew called me. One day after I had spoken to my sister, and a few days after he had last called.

He has decided to come visit on the weekend and get me to teach him a boardgame. Sure. Can do. No problem. Take me as you find me - ie, appallingly crap. But as long as you can tolerate that. Sure thing. 

He then went onto talk about what was troubling him again. No joy. No money. I let him talk and just listened. He said he would have periods where he was ok, but then someone would ask something of him. Or compare something. And he would go down. Feel bad. And then spiral. His son wanted to live with him. But. He couldn't do it because he had no place. It made him feel bad.

After he had finished I gave him some thoughts I had. Being happy in yourself and not comparing to others. And that his path was his path. And that even the patterns that his parents had followed, do this, do that, get a house, be here at this age, shouldn't be taken too seriously. The world had moved on. And what was possible back then was not possible now. The social norms and order of things is rapidly changing. Money is scarce. Houses are stupid expensive. And yada. And that a hard life lesson was taking the disappointment of someone in you. Even though it may be unfair. Uncalled for. Unrealistic. Being able to take it. Understand that might not know what they're talking about. And still be zen with it. Hard. But. Some serious advanced adulting there. And kids by definition have unreasonable expectations of everything around them. They want all the new toys. All the new things. Now. Why don't you have money. They are too young to know better. Too immature to understand how the world works.

He asked me what I would do if I was in his position.

Tough.

But. If I were starting over again. I told him I'd probably look into being a plumber. Or an electrician. Take note of the jobs that would likely always be around. No matter how much the world changes. Computers automate. You're always gonna need someone to fix a leaky pipe. Or stick new wires in. And they make a packet for their work. And often as not get to be their own boss.

Plus I'd look at doing things on the side for money. Crafty things. Making stuff.

If I were doing computer things though. Eh. I'd probably get into the art side of things more. Depending on money and time. Make games ! Whee.

He also confessed he was going to try microdosing with mushrooms.

To help with his depression and anxiety. He had been reading about it on the interwebs. What did I think ?

Uh huh.

I told him not to. Wait until they'd done the research on weeding out the negative bits from the positive bits. The future of medication for depression and the like does seem to be somewhere in the ballpark of the psychedelics - they do very immediate and far reaching things for depression sufferers. But pinning it down to remove the negative side effects is something they are still working on. The microdosing - taking tiny amounts every day - has reportedly been used to good effect. But eh.

For someone like my nephew. The risks outweigh the benefits in my opinion. If he got it wrong. Or ended up being caught driving under the influence. It would just make his life more miserable. Harder to work. Harder to see his son. In fact his life could fall apart big time.

Not to mention what my sister would think of it. Probably nothing too good.

I advised him not to. But. He's an adult. All I want, he said, is something that helps. A simple solution.

Yeah. For sure. Always.

Raw dogging reality is awful.

Still. Wait for the science is my advice. As hard as that maybe.

So, anyway. All things being equal. He will come visit at the weekend. Maybe stay a night. Maybe not. We will see. I might see if I can get him out. Into the world. Meet Hazel perhaps.


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