6:41 a.m., 2004-12-09
He is not taking care of himself and I don't want to. I went to Disneyland over the weekend and had a wonderful time with my family and have good stories to write down, but not right now. I came home to find out that he was up playing video games until 6am one morning and 9AM another morning. As in, he started playing stupid games the nights before and stayed up until 6 and 9 the following mornings. What the heck?
I think he was up until after 3 last night as well, so obviously he just doesn't learn. Even though when I found out (he didn't come straight out and tell me because he tells half-truths when he thinks I'll be angry) about the over the weekend stupidity he said that he needs me and what he needs me for is to help him. But at the same time I'm the one saying he should play games in moderation and sleep at a normal time every night and make sure he eats during the day.
I told him yesterday that he needed to start acting like a responsible adult and take care of himself. He told me he just needs someone to tell him what to do. He hasn't been taking his pills, showering, sleeping, and eating in the way he should be, and somehow this is all supposed to be my job? I don't understand exactly how it came to me to be the one to tell him to take his pills, go to sleep, study, etc. Study especially, because he is in danger of not getting the grades he needs to stay where he is.
I asked him about his classes and he said they were all fine. He told me he was going to class and getting all the homework done, when he told me Friday that he didn't have a lot of his Chemistry homework done/turned in because he doesn't have the book. I point this out to him because he just cannot be straight with me on anything and he says it's mean of me to bring that up.
I think his parents should know what's going on, because he keeps on telling them that things are fine, that he is fine, and that is so totally not the case. He doesn't want to tell them. It's not my place, but it's obvious some things need to change. And yet, he slept thirteen hours yesterday and only woke up because I called at 3pm, and then was up super late last night too. So he clearly has not yet taken the problem to heart. He has not yet reached any level of maturity that would allow him to buck up out of the depression he finds himself in. Well, yea, but he's not taking his medicine and eating and sleeping, no wonder he's stuck in a depression.
He is not taking care of himself and I don't want to have to. Why do I feel obligated, still?
