He's got a thing he calls radar love.

Finally left at 24 when I went back to Uni. Being in a band I was either crashing at the practice hall, a friends sofa or on the road. On average probably spent about one night at home a week.

18 and then again at 25. Although I might be going back for a month between jobs this summer. I generally use their attic as a dumping ground for all of the shit I've collected from different countries.

19, 21, and 23.. It was really close I would have to add numbers to that list ten years later. I'm not good at this game of 'irl'.

(the real reason for posting this is to get that other thread off of main page)

Fallible wrote:But does his heart have super fast broadband?

Is there a decent kebab shop nearby?

I think air conditioning would be a must.

The Ghost of Mr Woodchuckles has natural air-conditioning, a burrow in the ground of The Great Green Lawn in the Sky.
I left home at age 30, as was common where I grew up. I was a full time postal worker and a cheap studio apartment in that area would cost 2 weeks salary just for the rent.

My father kicked me out a few months after I finished secondary school. Something to do with me yelling that I was going to murder him. I can't remember that, but my middle sister witnessed our argument, and she told me later that is what I said. I do remember creating a hole in my room's door by throwing a radio at it, so I guess I might have also made that threat.

Being kicked out was a good thing for everybody, including me. I would have stayed at home indefinitely, doing nothing much at all besides going surfing and earning enough money to keep my Kombi on the road. I (eventually) learnt to stay on my own two feet instead. And yes, my temper has improved too.

As for child support generally, my oldest sister says she knows somebody in Germany who had to pay child support until his sun turned 30. I can't find a reference to a law that says so, though. And then there's this story from Spain. Report from The Telegraph, though, so keep a pinch of salt at hand.

juju7 wrote:http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-44215648

New York parents sue 30-year-old son who refuses to move out

Isn’t this trespassing? Just throw him out the door.

Hermit wrote:My father kicked me out a few months after I finished secondary school. Something to do with me yelling that I was going to murder him. I can't remember that, but my middle sister witnessed our argument, and she told me later that is what I said. I do remember creating a hole in my room's door by throwing a radio at it, so I guess I might have also made that threat.

Being kicked out was a good thing for everybody, including me. I would have stayed at home indefinitely, doing nothing much at all besides going surfing and earning enough money to keep my Kombi on the road. I (eventually) learnt to stay on my own two feet instead. And yes, my temper has improved too.

As for child support generally, my oldest sister says she knows somebody in Germany who had to pay child support until his sun turned 30. I can't find a reference to a law that says so, though. And then there's this story from Spain. Report from The Telegraph, though, so keep a pinch of salt at hand.

It’s hard for me to imagine why your parents didn’t want someone as warm, loving and pleasant as you around.

SevenZarkSeven wrote:It’s hard for me to imagine why your parents didn’t want someone as warm, loving and pleasant as you around.

That is because you extrapolate from one two-minute episode. In 99.9% of my life I am indeed extraordinarily warm, loving and pleasant, but you can't possibly know that by reading my posts. In fact, you know fuckall about me and my background. If you did, you would not have used the word "parents" to start with. My mother was already dead for two years at that time. No, it wasn't I who killed her.

Hermit wrote:

SevenZarkSeven wrote:It’s hard for me to imagine why your parents didn’t want someone as warm, loving and pleasant as you around.

That is because you extrapolate from one two-minute episode. In 99.9% of my life I am indeed extraordinarily warm, loving and pleasant, but you can't possibly know that by reading my posts. In fact, you know fuckall about me and my background. If you did, you would not have used the word "parents" to start with. My mother was already dead for two years at that time. No, it wasn't I who killed her.

You’d think that this would humanise you but I’m about as sympathetic to your whinging as you are to anybody else on any other subject matter. The possibility of there being a plausible explanation for why you’re such a nasty, bitter, resentful and narcissistic little man does not all improve my perception of you.

SevenZarkSeven wrote:...I’m about as sympathetic to your whinging...

Where's the whinge? I related the circumstances that led to me leaving home and finished up with "Being kicked out was a good thing for everybody, including me."

I left home and country at 17. I just wanted to get away. I was asked by a Dutch girl if I wanted to come here. That was it.

Left home at 17, managed to shake off the final shackles a year or so later. That's when I started to get more independent