Home Alone

You know, it’s rather odd to be in a house by yourself for an extended period of time. Especially when there’s normally a couple parents, a sibling, two cats, and two wild animals (ages five and seven respectively) that are supposed to be siblings but are more like rabid mountain lions that have been smoking some bammy or doing some electric kool-aid.

I don’t think I’d want to be single for my whole life.

How could you do it? You’d at least have to have some pets or something, because it’d be so lonely. I mean, even after a couple days of having the house to myself I’m ready for everyone to come back. How could you live alone for like…ever? Or even a long time? It’s so weird coming home after school, walking in the door, and seeing…no one. (In case you haven’t picked this up yet my family is gone). I think I’d go positively batty.

There are two other things about being completely alone: 1) Things get very boring very quickly. 2) Food gets very bad very quickly.

Ok, so as for number one, that really happened quick. Last night I watched a movie and then proceed to sit around at my computer. Tonight I played a bunch of xbox live, a lil poker, and then proceeded (and am still in the midst of these proceedings) to sit at my computer.

As for the second, well, here’s something meaty on Ansen in case you didn’t know: I don’t cook. Here’s another thing: my mom was a caterer and cooks like…like…well, you know. Like really good. Like not your typical Hamburger Helper stuff. So I’m spoiled. So when she leaves, and I am forced to fend for myself, the first aspect to come out in me is my laziness. I’m like…I don’t want to actually cook something!! I don’t want to waste time making something good. Heck, I don’t even know how to make something good! So…I eat macaroni and cheese, or thawed out burritos from the freezer, or a can of campbell’s soup or something. Yum yum, I’m telling you.

Ok, but it’s not all bad. At least the wild animals aren’t making a mess of things and attacking me with their razor sharp teeth and astonishingly loud complaints. But…those things sorta grow on you. Things just seem so quiet and almost dull without them around.

Anyway, it seems the time is ripe for some philosophy reading, so I shall give you this to remember me by: A couple years ago I went down to Africa to visit the local villages. I remember one village in particular. The people in the village were real poor, so none of the children had any toys. But this one little boy had gotten an old potato bag and filled it with rocks, and he would go around and whack the other children across the face with it. Man, I think my heart almost broke after seeing the children scampering excitedly about during this cute game of tag! Later the boy came up and offered to give me the toy!! This was too much! I reached out my hand, but then he ran away. So I chased him down, tackled him, and took the bag. He cried a little, but see, that’s the way of these people.

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