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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