I had gotten my bank account. My father said I'm legally old enough to represent myself, and that I'm not his problem anymore. That sounds disrespectful but, what he actually meant by that was my problems can't be solved by him anymore. I thought hard about what he said but it wasn't until I was 25 that it appeared back in my flow of thought because it was more relevant. The age of adulthood in the United States is 18. I was 18 once. On the other side of the glass where the account worker was a glass frame that held up an old baseball jersey of Pete Rose. All I knew about him was that he played baseball. I saw him once, I am sure. My family is big on the sport, so much so that I ended up playing it myself. I didn't like it but my year 11 coach told me that he needed me next season. I didn't understand because it's a team sport, and I didn't know why I would've been helpful. "Everybody plays ball and I'm very replaceable", I thought. I was given my account info so I could log in on my phone. There it said "Max Helen Keys" on the homepage. That was me, moving up in the world. I was not a child anymore.
My senior year was over and I ended up in a college nearby. I knew a lot of people but I ended up not talking to any of them much after school. I never started the conversations. I cared about them but I also didn't want all of the attention. I went through my career options and I wanted to study physics. I was accepted in for physics but I had to do a little bit more than just that. I was writing my letter to the college a while back and I happened to fall asleep at the family computer at the late hour of 2 AM, supposedly. I didn't actually check the clock beforehand. As I was sleeping there, my father happened to be around after letting the dog go on a late-night piss. He read what I wrote and ended up adding some extra info to it. Later in the month, I got an acceptance letter from the school. I was pleased until I saw in the middle of the writing that it said, "We're pleased to have you along on our divisional baseball team, along with your interest in physics". I was confused until I looked at my father with a different face than my mother, who were both there when I was reading the letter to them. His face told the whole story. I went into another room with him and it got heated.
"I'm not even that good AND I don't want to play", I said.
"Son, how can you be so hard on yourself? Nobody cares about physics. Baseball is what you're made for", my father replied.
"You just ruined my ONLY college in the area. I need to go so I can start a career", I said.
I ended up going to that college. I had no choice. I wanted to learn and I wanted to start off my career strong. "Baseball would just be a little burden but I could just study later at night". That was the plan...The plan got messy.
