Oh man, I am so bad with keeping up with this blog. Anyone else have that problem?? I really will try to post more.
I’ve been a busy bunny the past three weekends and while I had fun all three weekends, I am physically and mentally exhausted. So I’m thinking this next weekend will be a “me”-ekend instead of a “we”-ekend. Don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with good friends and being part of a community of fellow nerds, but I haven’t had any time to decompress this past week because, well, technically both of my parents were supposed to be off work but mom got called in several days so it was just me and dad at home. And dad likes to have the tv on, which generally doesn’t bother me, because he watches stuff I don’t care about, but it’s distracting, it’s noisy, and in general, it’s just a completely different atmosphere than I’m used to when I’m home alone a lot. Hopefully this week will be better and I can have some quality me time.
So anyway, the reason for the title of this post is because my friend Jared was here yesterday and Friday because as a music teacher, he didn’t have school so he wanted to come visit. Well, as it turns out, Thursday he had found out some unfortunate news, which he said was a mutual decision, but it sounds like he will be looking for work at the end of the school year. So his visit was also kind of like a cheer-up visit after getting that news. Friday was all fine and well. He played games on a small tv he had brought with him while I worked and sort of watched him play. Saturday, however, he said he wanted to go to GameStop because they were having a Pokemon event and he wanted to check it out and maybe buy Final Fantasy XV (which is a great game, I highly recommend it!). Except he wanted to finish the game he had been working on, on Friday because he was doing a speed run.
Turns out he way, way, way underestimated the time it would take to finish the game and instead of being ready to leave at 1:30, we didn’t leave until almost 5. Now, having been told on Thursday he wanted to go to GameStop on Saturday, I was mentally prepared for leaving the house and come Saturday, when he told me 1:30 at the latest, I was also prepared and had that sort of nervous, anticipatory energy. See, I’m the kind of person that when I’m told I’m going to be doing something or going somewhere, I expect to do it immediately at whatever time is indicated and/or promised, and if it doesn’t get done when they say it’s going to be done, I get antsy and impatient.
So 1:30 comes and goes, and now I have all of this anticipatory energy racing through me, which makes me want to run laps or do something, anything to burn it off. I tried gaming for a little bit, and that didn’t really do much. I tried walking laps in the basement and that worked for a while, but got boring fast. I ended up taking my baby blanket downstairs to work on, since the baby it’s for will be almost two months soon and I need to get it finished, and the tedious, meditative actions of my crochet hook soothed me for a while. It didn’t completely quell my nervous energy, but it did give me an outlet to do something productive without requiring a lot of energy because to be honest, I already had a headache and my actual physical energy was pretty low.
We eventually went go GameStop, and then to Walmart, and somewhere for dinner, and to the uneducated eye, it probably looked like a date. It didn’t feel like a date, but that’s because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t see me in that light. However, he did say that it would be his treat since he made me wait literally all day to leave the house. I should’ve told him it’s rude to keep a lady waiting. But I didn’t say anything and as I was looking at the menu, I mentioned an item that sounded amazing; it was a personal pizza, and he actually said to my face, “You know you don’t have to be a cheap date, right?” First off, I wouldn’t have considered it a date in the first place. Second, I wasn’t mentioning it to sound cheap. I mentioned it because it sounded good and it might have been small enough for me to enjoy the whole thing without taking home leftovers. So, just to spite him, sort of, I got myself a small pizza so I would have food to take home, and which I am having for dinner today. We also got fried ice cream to share, which was tasty, but it wasn’t freshly fried and the size of the ice cream was as big as a baseball, which, after the dinner and appetizer we’d had, was really huge. By some miracle, we did finish it, but damn, that was a lot of food.
So yes, I’m confused, but as he’s one of three people I actually like hanging out with, I guess I’ll keep him. He normally doesn’t leave me physically and mentally exhausted, but this visit was different only in that I had a busy weekend last weekend and no time to really decompress this week with my parents being home. So this coming week and weekend will be full of me-time. No plans, no leaving the house, just me doing whatever I want, whenever I want.