I hate being bored. I think I can handle just about every other mood there is except boredom. Work was really slow this afternoon, and my usual people I talk to online weren't around. Everyone was busy or gone. I hate that. Because it always seems like I'm the only one who never has anything to do.
I decided to go home early since I was done anyway. Might as well be bored at home right? I actually did dishes, started laundry and cleaned the bathroom--just to have something to do! That never happens. I'm a slob. So if I'm cleaning, that's desperation for you.
I'm not very good at the whole cleaning toilets thing either. It's gross. I know it's not like a public toilet and I have no idea whose ass has been on it or what they'd deposited in there. But it's still nasty. I'm squeamish about sticking my hand in a toilet. We've got rubber gloves, but just the concept grosses me out.
Of course since I'm completely inept at life in general, I was holding onto the rim with one hand and I tried to push myself up off my knees to stand. It was slippery and my hand slipped off and jammed right in the toilet and it splashed all over me. Just kill me. It was already clean at this point, but still. It was TOILET water.
I got myself cleaned up though and squirted hand sanitizer on my hands and rubbed it all over my face after I washed it. Just in case. And then I was sitting down for a minute (not on the toilet) and decided to get a piece of gum off my desk. I'm such a space case, I opened it up and threw the gum in the trash can and put the wrapper in my mouth.
That was brilliant of me. I'm always doing stupid shit like that. Like the time I put the cereal in the fridge and the milk in the cabinet. It's just been one of those days. I have no concentration.
Something sort of funny happened earlier today at work though. It's probably one of those things where you had to be there. But I'll tell it anyway.
There is this one guy I work with and I don't know what he was doing. Chewing on a marker? Fiddling around with it? Whatever he did, he'd gotten a big black mark right under his nose. He looked like Hitler. And he had no idea he'd done it. He's just sitting there working with his Hitler mustache.
This other guy comes over to me and tells me to go look at him. So I walked past and saw this and tried not to laugh. And everyone else was walking by his desk doing the same thing. He was starting to get annoyed with us. So I did that Nazi salute thing and said, "heil Hitler!" and busted up laughing. He had no idea what I was talking about and just assumed I was a total dipshit.
And he told me to go away and stop being a dork. And why was everyone staring at him and laughing? That's when we finally had to tell him about the black mark. One of the girls gave him a mirror and he was pretty pissed that it took us 30 minutes to tell him about it. But it wouldn't have been funny if we told him right away! It was more fun walking past his desk and suppressing the laughter.
I was just glad it wasn't me for a change who did something dumb that everyone was laughing at. At least that they knew of. No one knew I ate a gum wrapper or splashed myself with toilet water later on. And they'll never know that. Unless they read this. Which I hope won't happen.
Anyway, I've been passing my boredom time as best I can. But I'm tired of cleaning. And eating gum wrappers. So I figured I'd write. Only another hour or so until Nat gets home. But that's going to feel like forever.
Am I the only person who needs constant entertainment, companionship or stimulation? I think there must be something wrong with me. I'd make a terrible hermit because I'd go insane after the first hour of living in my secluded cave.
I'm really not sure how i ever lived alone. I used to. I lived alone for a few years. But I do remember it sucking quite a lot. And I remember one of the reasons I joined SC was because if I didn't find someone to talk to soon, I was going to jump off a building just so the paramedics could come and I could talk to them. Assuming I wasn't splatted on the street and dead. But hypothetically let's just say I was ready to jump off a very tiny building into a pile of feathers, and survive.
Do you see where my brain goes at times like this? It wanders. And I get a little crazy. But some people like that about me. In fact one of the best compliments I've gotten recently was someone told me they loved my brain. I always thought my brain was somewhat damaged, but they loved it. And they enjoy just listening to me talk forever about all my crazy ideas that make no sense, and they never get bored.
That's a good friend to have. At least if you're me. Because I talk a lot. And my brain never shuts off, so it's nice to know there are people out there who will listen to me. Except for today. No one is around. And that's why it sucks. So I'm just talking here. And maybe someone is around? It doesn't seem likely these days because it's so quiet here.
Anyway that's it. I forgot the entire reason why I wanted to write this in the first place. It might not make much sense. So I'll just stop now.



