On May 3rd I’m going to have move out of this temporary flat. Much as I’ve enjoyed it, the time is coming to an end. I’ve got to figure out what my next resting place will be. I long ago decided this will be the end of TC (TC). We will part company around that date. I’m not happy or mad. It’s time for a new chapter in my life and his free ride, at least with me, will be over.
Last night, I popped out for a drink in the neighborhood with a Phillipino nurse I had met. TC wasn’t 100% happy about that. So what. He can’t really express what he feels. When I returned an hour later, I tried to be affectionate, but he would have none of it. Storming away, yelling that "I was crowding his space".
At dinner a bit later, he peered over the table at me, "you irriate me so much sometimes, you remind me of my father". Ah .. the joys of youth. Prof. Tim had always said enjoy those under 30 as your playtoys but don’t expect much emotional depth. I’ve taken that lesson to heart.
Sadly, TC will remember, years in the future, when he is my own age, what a great situation he had with me, saddened how he perhaps abused it and worse how he did not take real advantage of what I might have offered him. The brightness of youth sometimes overshadowed by its’ inexperience.
For now, TC’s life is all about him. It’s an interesting prospective for me. Aren’t we all the most interesting topic de jour in our lives? So shouldn’t the same lessons apply to all of us.