OMFG it's the school holidays. He has no friends. He doesn't intend to leave the house. His idea of a holiday is to be on the computer for 18 hours a day, eat occasionally, and sleep sporadically.
Young Curly has been a teenager for one.whole.month and already I've had enough.
I've threatened a camp. Just to get him off the computer and out of the house. To get him out of earshot, mostly. In my most vengeful moment, I've imagined a SPORTS camp. Bwahahaha. No. I couldn't really do that to him.**
Sigh.
Nothing has really interested him at school this year. Hopefully Year 9 with a few elective subjects will be better. As for the lack of friends, he's doing exactly what his big brother did - attempting to hang out with big bro's friends. Why are they never satisfied with age peers? Why are the older kids always looked up to? OK, don't bother answering that. I know. I know.
At least the olders aren't bad role models. They just enjoy, well, being older, and proving it by giving the youngsters a hard time. Then the youngsters try harder to fit in, and oh. damn. Why do the youngsters make it hard for themselves?
Anyway. So Curly's idea of being grown up is to win on computer games.
He is actually good. Even the older group grudgingly agree about that. It's just the tanties when he doesn't win that nobody likes.
At what age do people*** realise that 'winning' isn't everything? That being a good team member is important too? That having a go and improving is a worthwhile goal? That
Right. Seven. Long. Weeks.
I can picture it being an endless loop of me talking myself blue in the face trying to get through to him, and he telling me that I know nothing.
I know that one day it will sink in, so I have to do it, and keep doing it.
Will my sanity last the distance?
** Medical reasons - mono vision means crap at ball sports, and heat is a major eczema trigger
*** People. Not kids, not teenagers. People.
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