My Nest of Rebellion

13 Feb

Yesterday I rebelled against adulthood.

Perched on the couch with a delivery pizza and a 2-liter bottle of soda, I slowly whittled away at the last season of Arrested Development.  …and the entire 2-liter bottle of soda.

It’s not my fault that they changed the 2-liter bottles to look just like the 1-liter bottles.   My eyes deceive me.

In an attempt to squelch the voice of reason and responsibility within me, I rose from my cocoon of worthlessness every 2 hours to accomplish something – like clean a dish.   It was a cheap trick, but it worked.  By the time Dave arrived to the apartment, I had managed to clean the entire house and tend to a few of my to-dos.  And watch the entire last season of Arrested Development from beginning to end.

My day-long celebration of laziness was not the peak of my rebellion, however.  That’s actually just something I do on a regular basis when released from the dungeon of the corporate jungle.  My true rebellion was in its planning stages as soon as Dave got home from rehearsal at about 11:45pm  At that moment, he sat down on the couch and one of us made the suggestion to start a movie.  Which wouldnt have been a terrible decision in itself, but then after the movie, we stayed up and talked.

And then somehow, without warning, it was 3:30 in the morning.

3:30 in the morning! I can’t just go around staying up until 3:30 inthe morning! I’m a respectable adult and have work Monday and I can’t just go around messing with my sleep schedule because it will make me miserable and ineffective for the rest of the week and I will have to deal with fighting my boycott of Starbucks every single afternoon while my head nods off to dreamland.

But I don’t like being an adult.  And I don’t like restrictions.  And I don’t like work.

The dangerous thing is that Dave doesn’t either.  So if I’m not feeling responsible and he’s not feeling responsible, then it will be 3:30 in the morning and he’ll say something like “Do you want to stay up and watch the sunrise?”

And I will say yes and ask him if he wants to watch another movie.

And in this way, my small window of a weekend turned into a rather large escape from reality.   I am huddling there still in its warmth.

And here I might just stay.

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