My top priority has changed. Almost a year ago, I announced that I was considering moving out, with internal feelings of bitterness and disqust. Now I've realised that I'm one of these "Talkers" who needs to be around people most of the time. I need to think about my little Chico, as well. As I was looking around my Bedroom in sheer panic, I've realised that I'm in no condition to be living on my own. Not after what happened on Thursday the 7th. I can tolerate the bland Dinners and the Beige walls. I can tolerate the Motherly Instinct that my Mother still posesses. I'm lucky to have a Mom who does care, and who didn't pressure me to get a Job and move out when I was 18. I can tolerate my Dad's love for Drink and Sport. There is no Magic Age for moving out. The fact that I still live at home at 30 doesn't make me any more Disabled, or Special than my Kid Sister, or my Cousins. I'm like a Cockney. I need to be around people as much as possible. That doesn't make me Inferrior, it just makes me different. Besides...who am I going to talk to? Myself? If I was living in a Flat, I would be talking to myself. From this moment on, I'm going to work on being the Family Peacekeeper.