Georgia Toews
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New Yankee Stadium
The New Yankee Stadium Georgia Toews So there we were, the widow the lesbian and me. Me being the 17 year old kid who forced this road trip upon the widow and the lesbian, just to see the Yankee stadium before they destroyed it. ‘Course I planned on seeing it a couple years ago, just never really worked out to come down to New York till now. The game was only tomorrow though in the evening so we had some time to kill during the day. I’m not stupid, I know that they’re people, but I had no idea how I was supposed to kill 8 hours of daylight with these two women. The widow was my grandma, she can’t really walk too much, so the whole idea of exploring downtown had gone to shit. The lesbian, Martha, that used to be my grandmas neighbour, till grandma became a widow, then she moved closer to us. I never really even talked to her that much, the lesbian, not on account of her liking women and all that, I didn’t really care, she can do what she wants. I just always feel bad around her because one time she took care of a little girl, we would play together the girl and I, then the little girl had to leave, go back to her real mom my grandma said. At the time I didn’t know what that meant so I asked Martha if she was just babysitting and that I wanted the girl to come back.
By Georgia Toews2 years ago in Confessions
Roger
The problem was Roger didn’t like to stick to a schedule, and I was dependant on one in order to maintain basic human function. Routine was not just important, it was essential. I am not an organized, nor generally motivated person, but at every hour on the hour my phone would create a persistent ‘dinging’ noise and I knew I had to move onto the next task at hand, otherwise I would slowly spiral into a void of procrastination and apathy towards hygiene, nutrition and physical movement. It had happened many times before, the last time becoming quite dire, which is why I sought Roger out in the first place. Accountability I liked to think. Surely my fear of confrontation coupled with a raging anxiety driven need to please others would keep me accountable to my new housemates schedule and therefore to my own. But Roger didn’t like to stick to a schedule.
By Georgia Toews3 years ago in Humans