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Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving. Albert Einstein

I was 21 years old when I moved out of my mother’s house. I left for another continent and lived in the UK for three years.

Lately I have noticed a pattern in young adults my age. The women move out very early, whether through marriage, a boyfriend/friend or moving in on their own. Unless their religion dictates otherwise.

Most men do the same, but there are two more types in this gender category.

The first type, are the men that still live at home at the age of 30 and their parents don’t charge them rent. That is simply bad parenting and a lazy man. Typical Mommies Boys.


The second type is the one I am here to discuss today. The men that still live at home at the age of 30 and pay rent. Therefore, they can afford to move out of the house, they simply choose not to.

This raises the question – why?

I have a few of these friends, and these are my findings. They live at home for one simple reason, they do not have to budget for bills, they do not have to cook, do laundry or grocery shopping. They are basically living in a hotel.


Ladies, be very carefull of both type 1 and type 2. These birds have not left the nest. If you decide to take it under your wing, you will either end up as a secondary mother or a man who does not have any life skills in terms of managing his own life and finances.

Do not say that you have not been warned ladies. These men are nice to take care of for a little while, but I am not looking to be a mother or a maid to my guy!

So in closing, gentlemen, here is a little cup for you:

A Real Man
Men are of two kinds, and he
Was of the kind I’d like to be.
Some preach their virtues, and a few
Express their lives by what they do.
That sort was he. No flowery phrase
Or glibly spoken words of praise
Won friends for him. He wasn’t cheap
Or shallow, but his course ran deep,
And it was pure. You know the kind.
Not many in a life you find Whose deeds outrun their words so far
That more than what they seem they are.

There are two kinds of lies as well:
The kind you live, the ones you tell. Back through his years from age to youth
He never acted one untruth.
Out in the open light he fought
And didn’t care what others thought
Nor what they said about his fight
If he believed that he was right.
The only deeds he ever hid
Were acts of kindness that he did.

What speech he had was plain and blunt.
His was an unattractive front.
Yet children loved him; babe and boy Played with the strength he could employ,
Without one fear, and they are fleet
To sense injustice and deceit.
No back door gossip linked his name
With any shady tale of shame.
He did not have to compromise
With evil-doers, shrewd and wise,
And let them ply their vicious trade
Because of some past escapade.

Men are of two kinds, and he
Was of the kind I’d like to be.
No door at which he ever knocked
Against his manly form was locked.
If ever man on earth was free
And independent, it was he.
No broken pledge lost him respect,
He met all men with head erect,
And when he passed, I think there went
A soul to yonder firmament
So white, so splendid and so fine
It came almost to God’s design.

Edward Guest