Coincidences

Act LXVIII

I woke up, and, when I looked at the mirror this morning, it looked like I went through a typhoon during my sleep. The headphones seemed to have fallen off at some point, while I was sleeping, and now, it just rested there, still screaming a morning dose of Mozart. I headed to the bathroom and prepared the bath. Apparently, I need a relaxing way to eliminate the tension.

When I got in the bathtub, I let the lukewarm water cleanse my body. The ripples scattered across the surface, and I got the bubble bath liquid. It's a totally different experience to have bubbles around, other than dipping yourself in transparent water. The bubbles started to multiply and float around, and, to kill some time, I popped the ones that tried to escape, just like what a kid would do.

It's ok to act childish, especially if no one's watching. The adult life is really stressful, and it's good to make the most of your youth. Well, as you can see, I have an alternative way to spend that youth, while others get wasted on drinks and dance clubs. My definition of childish is simply act like an eight year old; perhaps, even younger than that, and it's still ok.

The only problem I have is that I feel alone. I mean, it makes sense that there's nobody in the bathroom; otherwise, that would be plain creepy. It's just that, when you enjoy doing something, but always do it alone, when you can be sharing that moment with someone else, it really leave you feeling left out. Do almost everything solo, and you got yourself secluded. I'm not saying seclusion in a bad thing; some people prefer that, but no human being has never been satisfied with being excluded from society, without losing a bit of their sanity. Look at Robinson Crusoe, although I haven't read it yet.

My fingers obviously began to look like raisins, since I've taken too long submerged under the water. I pulled the drain and spun the water counterclockwise, creating a mini whirlpool that swallowed the H2O down to the sewers. I wrapped myself with a towel, freshened up, put on some clothes, and, after checking if Dad was still locked away in his office, I headed to the living room to spend a precious Sunday watching TV and eating Cheetos.

The waves can be heard fiercely clashing from inside the house, and I could tell that it was going to rain. Bored and not amused, I scavenged the house for anything to do. Surprisingly, every single chore you can think of was taken care of already. Doing the dishes, the laundry, those were done. There were still leftovers in this fridge, so there was no need to cook anything. The whole place was spotless, and not a stain or a speck of dust was anywhere to be found. I didn't have any hobbies to do in here, since I'm more of an extrovert. I already proved that I'm not the same as the other guys my age, playing videogames excessively, shut inside their rooms. I did have some here, but I wasn't on the mood to go exp farming or shooting virtual enemies.

The first hints of rains began to plummet downwards to the ground. There was only one thing to do.