I do the laundry when I need to feel professional. When I need to feel clean. Or when I need to feel like I'm a responsible person. Even though I firmly believe that the word 'responsibility' has it has way too many Is in it for its own good.
I am twenty years old. But I will be twenty-one in just a few weeks.
I have a job that lets me be creative. (And also lets me be late from time to time.) And I live in an apartment in the basement in a neighborhood that's nice.
I can take out the trash twice a week, but I usually take it out once every 3/2 of a week -- once every week and a half. It's not a conscious decision. It's just I don't produce much garbage.
I don't have a roommate -- for the first time in my moderately short life. Not that I had a roommate as a kid, but I had a brother, and that was pretty close.
I don't get scared at night. There's not much to be afraid of when the lights are off. But even the snoring that kept me awake at night was still a subtle reassurance. Not a promise that everything was okay, just that if something did go wrong, I wouldn't face it alone.
Now, the thought doesn't cross my conscious mind much. Maybe I've stopped hearing it, or maybe it can't break the surface tension between the blue sky of my higher capacities and the ocean of my deep thoughts.
No matter the reason I do not hear -- whether it is for lack of trying or for lack of sound -- the silence has become the reassurance when I slowly coast my mind asleep.
Although I should say this: the only reason I would wake up to turn off my alarm clock is because I didn't want to wake up my roommate.
