My slovenly habits

At some point later in the summer (I was living in an extra downstairs room with 2 doors and I would often leave them open so that people would cut through the room), Bob sort of exploded at me with "Nobody can live this way! This isn't acceptable, you need to have some standards of cleanliness and organization with respect to your bed and your laundry."  My standard practice was to just keep my dirty laundry in a relatively small pile/area.  (honestly there weren't more than a couple of shirts, some underwear and maybe a pair of shorts at the time he was ripping into me, but my bed wasn't made (and hadn't been ever made by me at all during the summer)   Anyhow, in true teenage defiant fashion, I think I actually argued with Bob saying something like "Well, obviously I can live like this because I am" or something similarly inane.  It really makes me cringe as I write this.  I hope Bob and Judy are doing well.  I had never had either of my parents "yell" at me ever.  And while it didn't work in the short run (I continued (continue?) to defiantly be a total slob with both clean and dirty laundry for many more years), the fact is that in hindsight I probably really needed to be yelled at. by then (if not before). 

Reminiscences

This is a story that I'll record another time.