I'm very greedy with my time. That's why I don't want children. Or pets (I've decided, after cat sitting for two weeks, that I'm not ready--and perhaps never will be ready--to have another living being dependent on me).
I know this is counter productive, but I like to know that I have full days--from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to bed--where I won't have to talk to anyone or leave my apartment. On these days, I feel like I can accomplish anything. But it has to be the whole day. No interruptions.
Which is why I'm writing this. Because I sort of have one of those days, except I should really go for a walk before it gets to be 95 degrees again (okay, so it's really only supposed to get to 85), and since I'm part of the working world, Saturday is the day you're supposed to do laundry, and the peapod guy is coming today because I was going to go grocery shopping yesterday, but the weather was awful so I just went online instead (by the way, it doesn't matter how much canned/frozen food you have if you don't have time to cook).
So. I'm wearing this embarrassing hippie dress that is not at all flattering but is nice and breezy to wear in the summer when my apartment is an inferno/sauna and I don't want to have to change into real world clothes that are required for leaving my apartment. And I don't want to have to try to deal with my amazingly frizzy hair. I just want to be a hermit. Is that too much to ask?
Apparently so, or I wouldn't be here venting about it.
Poem: Plastic Shred
1 day ago
2 comments:
I wouldn't give up my cats for anything, but I'm a hermit when it comes to people, too. I usually have at least one day each weekend when I don't talk to anybody except for maybe the cashier at Kroger or the waitress at the Village Deli, though I usually end up leaving the house for one reason or another (usually food-related).
Anyway, it all sounds very normal to me. :) Poet-normal, of course, not regular normal.
Poet-normal, not regular normal. I like that. :)
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