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Finally, my own room.

As far back as I can remember, I shared a room with my little brother. Well, there was an exception to that when we stayed at my Grandmother’s to finish out the school year in second grade while moving from Des Moines, Iowa back to Kansas City. During that 3-4 months, I shared a room with my older brother. I pretty much accepted it as a part of life that I would always share a room. That was the nature of what I saw at the time as being a large family. Trust me, my view of this was skewed, I grew up in the era of single child families, so having 3 siblings seemed huge to me. That’s a bit silly, looking back, considering the sizes of my parents families, and even now, most of my friends have at least 2 kids, if not 5 or 6.

Sorry, the “Irrelevant Information” alarm must went off inside my head.

So, I digress.

I shared a room, and for most of my life, a bunk bed (bottom bunk) with my little brother, so when my older brother went off to college in fall of 1995, leaving a room completely open and empty, I sprang at the chance. I practically moved myself in over night. Of course, my parents had this plan to paint the walls and things like that, which did eventually get done, but I had tasted privacy for the first time in my life, and I wanted it. It didn’t hurt that I was about 12 years old at the time. There were uses for privacy…

The décor of the room when I first moved into it is meaningless. It was all hand me down crap from my older brother, and it took me a few years to really make it my own space. Actually, it all started to come together when the wall painting finally went down. Green. Full on Hunter Green walls. The most beautiful and amazing color of wall that you can imagine, at least if you’re me. Rejuvenating. Magical. A little bit dark.

The Long flow of the room felt a bit like a cabin in a ship, to me. Against one wall was a bunk bed that was a futon on the bottom and a twin bed on top. The futon was full sized, so it took up the majority of the floor space, and across from it I had both a small entertainment center and the gem in my furniture crown for years to come, a wardrobe desk, complete with my very own computer, and eventually, internet access.

Privacy and Internet?

In retrospect my parents were damned lucky I didn’t turn into some sort of psychopathic pervert serial killer or something…

Everything in my room screamed nerdy fat kid, from the Eric Cartman mug to the giant package of after dinner mints that I still crave handfuls of regularly, though I did finally break the addiction itself. Nasty addiction, after dinner mints.

Then of course, there was dice and D&D books.

Movies, several movies, as I had both my own TV and VCR!

I was very cutting edge swank, you know.

It’s been something like 17 years since I first moved into that room, and though I have lived in many other places, I find it interesting that since my parents moved in with me back in September, back into that same house, I now live once again in that room.

The decorations are much different. It’s much more adult… ish.

But, there’s still a bed on one side of the room, and opposite that a TV and a Computer.

The Nerdy Fat Kid is the same, too.

Published by M.A. Brotherton

M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.

17 thoughts on “Finally, my own room.”

  1. rita says:

    I have a total visual of your room!  Thanks for sharing that.  

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      Thanks. I wish that it was still green, but it had to be repainted after the fire in 2008. Sadly.

  2. aduronia says:

    indeed, this paints a very very vivid image. and how full circle that you’re back in the same room now! 

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      In the last 5 years, since I took over the house from my parents, I’ve actually lived in every room of the house, and this is still the one that I think of entirely as mine.

      It just feels that way all of the time.

  3. Stereo.* says:

    ” In retrospect my parents were damned lucky I didn’t turn into some sort of psychopathic pervert serial killer or something…” there’s still time, Matt.

    Lol just playing. I love this description, especially that of the room resembling the cabin of a ship and like Dominique, I love the fact that you are right back where you started, in a space that meant so much to you.

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      Like I would admit it on the internet….

      I guess in a way it’s great, but in another way it’s a little disheartening. I mean, I am right back where I started. Fifteen years doesn’t seem like I’ve progressed as much as I could have.

  4. Jason Benoit says:

    The after dinner mint addiction almost killed me, not that I had it, but reading your description of it made me laugh so hard I nearly shit. It is a nasty addiction, of that I am certain. 

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      A serious concern. Something so dangerous shouldn’t be so easily available. After diner mints are practically everywhere!

  5. Lady *S* of Glitter says:

    Majestic Hunter Green and D&D books.  I’m adopting you.

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      I’m the 3rd most awesome person I’ve talked to today.

  6. Sandi Amorim says:

    Where shall I send the green paint? 

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      You can just have it airdropped into Kansas City. I’ve got skills in beating the scavengers to the prize.

  7. Inkytwig says:

    you cannot go wrong with hunter green. you just can’t.

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      I agree. Green is the best of all the colors.

  8. Esther says:

    This post kinda reminds me of a song by Panic! At the Disco, called Nine in the Afternoon. 

    http://www.elyrics.net/read/p/panic!-at-the-disco-lyrics/nine-in-the-afternoon-lyrics.html

    I was going to post them, but that would be a hella long comment. 

    I used to think that the idea of having to move back in with my parents was an exercise in defeat, like my life was reverting backwards. But honestly, when I had to, I think that my life would have been a lot more worse off than it ended up being. I might not even be here if it weren’t for them. 

    It’s only forward from here on out.

    Found you via #scintilla and Tweet Chat 🙂

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      It doesn’t bother me that my parents live with me, and it didn’t bother me before when I had to move back in with them. It’s just a thing that happened.

      I am a member of the Boomerang Generation for a reason.

  9. amanda says:

    Hey! I have an Irrelevant Information alarm too! I also finally got my own room when both of my older sisters went off to college and I finally left my shared bedroom with my brother. And it was amazing. That is – until my sisters ended up moving back.

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