Ok, on to the next one:
It was a couple of years ago, I was baby-sitting my niece.
Anyways she's a very mature girl for her age & takes much pride in that and kind of incorporate it into her identity, however she possesses a poor understanding regarding the limits of her own capabilities.
Put simply, she used to start some projects she read about on some bullshit DIY4kids-instagram to impress her parents, which ended in literal disasters, confiscated phone, revoked privelieges and so forth. It really spent all trust with her parents & increased her insecurity. She could probably enjoy the evening by herself if you tell her firmly NOT to do something fucking stupid, but apparently that's bad parenting according to my sister. It would have been her younger brother too, but he hates my guts because I'm the only one that make him finish the food he scoops up on his plate & I'm the only one who beats him at video games. Once he found out I was staying over, he called some friend & arranged a sleep over at his place, leaving only me & my niece. Good riddance although I know what you're thinking, but no; fuck you, I'm not a monster.
This isn't the actual dream, mind you.
I took perfectly good care of her like the responsible & kind-hearted adult that I am. Given some thought, I think I'm the only adult that doesn't conform to the image she tries so hard to project onto others, that she's more "mature" than she actually is. Once you get past that silly sassafrass, there's a very very sweet girl beneath. I showed genuine interest in what she likes to engage in and I also played with her alot, which I think she greatly enjoyed. Admittedly I did too, but it's really tiring work. I couldn't be arsed to cook, so we took my car and went out to a local restaurant which she likes & went for some Baskins & Robbins afterwards. Yum!
Once we got home I felt spent, so we just put on one of those Highschool Musical-bullshit & crashed in the couch. I couldn't keep my eyes open. The movie ended and asked her if she probably should go to bed. In response, she just giggled and said that I'm the one that probably should go to bed, then she put on another movie. After a while she started chatting & just didn't fucking stop, starting to share secrets & made some confessions about the kind of trouble you have when you're 13. By now I was half asleep & didn't catch any of what she said, it took all of my effort to grunt "mmhm" when it seemed appropriate.
In retrospect I'm actually glad that she feels so secure with my presence, that she's willing confide herself in me. It's not like that anymore though, they tend to grow up, sad face.
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