crazy town

it's strange, but the longer i stay at my parents house, the more convinced i am that they seriously live in crazy town. and the worst part of it all? they are totally oblivious.
they do really weird things that i don't understand.
like, every single night, they do the EXACT same thing. my mom comes home from work, makes herself a salad (the exact same salad every night), sits on the couch and reads romance novels.
my dad sits in his chair. never moves. ever.
they seriously do this night after night after night.
including weekends.
they hardly speak, hardly even glance, at one another.

i try to keep to myself as much as possible, and make sure that the little guy and i are constantly busy with something. but there are times when i want to stand in front of them and scream at a blood-curdling level "i'm right here in front of you, going through a divorce! someone ask me how i am!!!"

because the longer i'm here, the more i've come to realize that, truth is, this is exactly how they raised me. never really taking part in anything. never truly living life.

just feeling ever so comfortable in Crazy Town.