I’m protesting adulthood right now.
My sink is absolutely chock full of dishes that have actually begun to take on a distinct smell, which I don’t like so I have a large Yankee candle lit in my kitchen to help me forget about it. There are papers on the floor in my living room, evidence of a recently-rehearsed monologue, which my cats have deemed important and have therefore sprawled themselves across. At one point yesterday there were so many cups on my coffee table in the living room that I began to think I was actually in the kitchen.
I just simply don’t feel like doing anything.
Sometimes I like to embrace being a grown-up in strange ways. No one can tell me to clean my house, and that’s awesome. No one can tell me whether or not I can blow a bunch of money on something completely stupid, and that’s awesome too. I can make a blanket fort any time I like in any corner of the house I please, and I can blast music and dance around in my pajamas until 3 in the afternoon if it’s what tickles my fancy.
And lately, doing nothing at all has tickled my fancy quite fine.
I keep telling myself I’ll come out of it. Either that, or Dave will get so tired of it that he takes over the entire house with adult sparkle magic one day. That would be totally awesome. I’ll promptly make a blanket fort in the newly cleaned domicile.
If he doesn’t give in soon, I’m going to have to eventually buck up because it’s highly likely that my parents will be in town next weekend and I’d hate for them to think I’ve given up on life or something (hi mom – thanks for reading). Not even running out of dishes can stop me – I’ve already given up drinking anything except water from the bathroom faucet (because I keep a cup in the cupboard, constantly clean and ready for such an occasion), and I’ve taken to eating things that don’t require pots, pans, or anything more than a paper towel to handle.
I don’t know what happened to me. I took off work on a bit of whim last Friday, had a 3-day weekend right on the heels of the 4-day weekend from the Thanksgiving holiday, and now I’m stuck in ‘off’ mode. Which, relative to where I’ve been the rest of the year is a pretty excellent place to be. I noticed that I’m a day behind on blogs (I used to post early in the morning and now I post late at night, to be read the next morning), that all I do when I have free time is watch movies and that going to work is just what I have to do until I can come back home and watch more movies.
Maybe it’s a December thing. I decorated for the holidays, decided to not be so uptight about taking time away from the job, and now I’m so in love with it that my brain has found a permanent setting here. I can’t bring myself to be bothered with the frivolties of adulthood. I’d rather roll around in filth like a little baby piglet.
Well, hopefully it’s more of a semi-permanent setting. Eventually, I might have need of a clean dish. ♣