I am bored…
Laying in a near catatonic slump of boredom, I glance over at the door way. She is staring at me; she is always staring at me. I just wish she would go away, but she never does. She just stands there, with a sock in her mouth, grunting like the weirdo she is. She is so needy, can’t she see I am obviously too busy to deal with her. I try and shoo her away; it’s in vain. She continues to stare at me, like man staring into the face of god, unable to look away.
“Tiffany! Get!” I Snap, finger pointed. If she has any sort of intelligence she will know what the two words are supposed to mean. I should have known better, she wags her tail and walks closer to me. Her very presence is an affront to me. So I just sit there, making eye contact with her, hoping that she will sense the dislike emanating from my eyes. She doesn’t. Instead she seems to sense the opposite and runs up and jumps onto my arm which is hanging down from the chair. I haven’t the energy to fight it off, so I let her lick me. Thinking about how disgusting it is to have her lick me, then I think about everything I have read. Saying some bull crap about their mouths being cleaner, but I don’t buy it. Then it occurs to me that she is shoving the disgusting sock she chews on daily into my hand as if I am supposed to play with it. Defeated, I resign myself to try and play with it. When I go to reach for it though, she runs off, out of the room and is gone. All I can do in the face of such randomness is shrug. I go back to my catatonic state.
Time passes before me, I can feel the hair on my face slowly growing, challenging me to shave tomorrow. They know full well that I won’t, they mock me. As the grains of sand fall, I look up yet again. Lo and behold, there is Tiffany, standing as she was, not five minutes ago. I look with contempt once more, but in my head I know, as I always know, it is futile.
“Tiffany!” I point to the other room, directing her away from where I am. Same effect as before: it doesn’t have one.
Then something flashes in my mind, a brief thought, but one worth thinking. To be so clueless, what a joy that would be; to not labor under any delusions or real thought. To just be. If I had the same brain as her, I wouldn’t care what I had to do, what there was to do, and wouldn’t care when it was boring. I would have just a couple of concerns, mainly surviving, and finding joy in the simplest of things. A disgustingly dirty sock, a small piece of left-over that falls on the floor; she doesn’t have to stress over college, school, work; or worry about funding herself for the rest of her life with a career. She makes a living off being kind of cute, having trouble breathing, and occasionally wanting to play. I suppose looking at our society, some people have managed to make similar careers; most of the people on MTV reality TV shows being an example.
It occurs to me, that she is shoving a sock into my hand yet again and I sigh. I try to grab it and she sprints out of the room at full speed. Short term memory would be another great gift, forget the wrongs of the past, and live in the moment. Love unconditionally. The life of a dog, it’d be something else. To say the least.
