I can feel the burn out coming, I only have five days left. I wonder if this time I bit of more than my chops could chew.  I don’t often stay with the parental unit for this length of time. And the monsters are in school so it’s not like I get to see them on a daily basis to speed up time.

Speed up time…

Doesn’t that sounds just a little be awful when I live over 200 miles away from the rest of my family and only get to see them a few times a year.

Speed up time…

Doesn’t that make me sound like I don’t appreciate the time I have left. Cause they won’t be around forever and I haven’t really had as a good a relationship with them until now since I was about 13.

Speed up time…

Kinda makes me sound like all I am interested in is what may be coming my way eventually… If anything…

When I say speed up time… It’s not what you think. I just can’t cope with a lot of social..ness…

When I am at home I go to work, I go to sleep, in the middle of that I get out when I have to not usually because I want to. Then I go to sleep and go to work, then I go to sleep and go to work then I go… Well you get the idea.

If I need to buy something, the internet pretty much has me covered.. God bless the internet. The other day I was so over the making small talk and the spending time with other people that I took to the room I am sleeping in all day.

Morgue and I made a running joke cause when I used to live here I would pretty much hibernate 24/7 and would only emerge when the coast was clear. Like when the plains are clear of jaguars waiting to tear a ripe, juicy carcass apart for dinner.

So I used to know my dads schedule off by heart. I could tell you the days he was in, out, at work, where in the house he would be. What he would be doing. When he would be going to bed. These days not so much.

But that’s okay I guess, I only come here a few weeks a year. So I guess it shouldn’t bother me. I just liked consistency. It’s like coming to a strangers house. Kind of…

Maybe…

Maybe I am just making a lot of something out of nothing. The point is all this social interaction makes me oh so tired. And I feel like that is crazy… My mum can make friends wherever she is. She can go up to someone and say “Hi”…

If I was to do that, I would be more uncomfortable than if I was trapped under an elephant while laid on a bed of nails. Or forced to walk through a sea of lego bricks barefooted.

I like quiet. I like the peace of the surroundings around me. Sometimes he and I are in battle so it’s never quiet inside my head. So I like the outside quiet to compensate. I never did explain about Brian… The other me… I will introduce him at some point. I just fear the more I talk about him, the more attention he gets. And he so loves the attention.

And my post went completely off topic. I just needed to vent about something and nothing.

Five days to go. Then I can go home and back into my vortex of quiet and normal.