Monday, July 13, 2009

Home Alone

So I'm at home all by myself this last weekend. In general I like having some quiet time to myself, but after a few days I realize it's exceptionally boring. I'm so used to hearing the tippity tap taping and the muttering that comes from somewhere to my left. Sure, the first night I blasted music she hates, took up the entire bed, and made sure to cook something she would have found repulsive. But it's not nearly as fun to do those things when I can't hear her grumbling about it.

So now I'm just waiting for her to come home and do all the things that annoy me. You really can't avoid being annoyed with someone when you live with them and so much of your life is wrapped around theirs.

For instance, she downs her food in record time and then stares at you while you eat like some kind of psychopath. It's creepy, and you're constantly wondering if something's on your face or in your teeth. She turns the channel to ESPN or something else exceptionally horrible or repetitive, and then leaves it there for hours. When we go to bed, she has to chat for at least 15 minutes. She's seen me all day and yet needs to have a chit-chat just as I'm about to nod off. I'm constantly being asked to go on a walk, which wouldn't be bad, except she has no concept of distance. She will walk you until your feet fall off and you're praying for death. And yet, I'm here, and I miss being annoyed.

"Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come." -- Lord Byron

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