I am not a domestic person in a lot of ways. I keep my room clean, I keep the apartment clean, and I do dishes and clothes where they need to be done. My space, which consists of my room and my bookshelves remain consistently clean. There are some chaos in the sense that I sit books on top of each other, or stray childhood toys and papers float from place to place depending on where I happen to set them down. Overall, I am clean and well-kept in my environment. If this is being domestic, then I guess I am, but in a lot of ways I don't feel like it's too domestic.
I always think of being domestic as something that deals with relationships. It gives me the idea of being 'domestic' being 'couples living'. I mean, I can still remember my dad saying things like "domestic" in reference to two people who are together. I guess with my roommate we are kind of domestic. We go about our own lives, but we have a dance around the house of keeping things clean, eating together from time to time, and watching a few movies. We have a domestic relationship, but it's not really domestic...so much as the idea of domesticity.
C. Wilde is an interesting enough character. She really seems to like the idea of 'taking care' of the people she is with, which is something that I don't mind. However, in some respects we're definitely taking care of each other. I seem to be the one to pay the bills (at this point, not always going to be the case), while she seems to be the one to cook and clean and keep things stable in the household. In some respects, which I'm sure she's stated in her blog, she likes this. In other respects, she really wants to feel like she's supporting herself as equally as I do.
School seems to play into this domestic lifestyle, mostly because it pulls me out of the house and is the only thing I have close to a 'job' at the moment. Granted, I don't really get paid for it, so I'm not bringing in the bacon in any sense of the term, but I am pushing myself forward educationally to become something more than just a poor little poor boy.
The problem with my domain and even being domestic is that it isn't enough for me. Some people find themselves seriously at home with their surroundings. My brother in a lot of ways is like that. Him and his fiancee work well together in their environment. They have people over from time to time, but spend much of their time alone at their apartment. I seriously can't do that. My roommate here with me helps immensely, but I cannot be by myself for long periods of time or it saps away my energy and honestly begins to depress me. With people around me, I tend to bloom into a flower, while when they're gone...my flower faces down to the ground like common sunflower. My domain doesn't define me, but people do.
Things will probably change as the weeks I've been with my roommate turn into months, but right now everything seems to be going well. We're being domestic...I guess...depending on your definition, and the domain is one I feel comfortable in...as long as there are other people. This topic I hope isn't the best for me to do...cause I can generally talk way more than this. Until next time, I will talk to you later.
-J. Wilde
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