I have no clue what to write about. The last like three posts have had me sitting around wondering and then eventually I blurble something onto the page.
I mostly feel like there isn’t a lot going on in my life. I’m not like bored, sad, or depressed. Just in a groove, ya know? I work, I go home, I cook, I clean, I sit on the couch, I play some video games. I sleep.
So what do I write about? I definitely don’t have enough money to have- oh I don’t know, any hobbies.
So its Thursday night and I don’t know what to write about and I definitely have to write a post. So what does any person do when they have to procrastinate?
You start furiously cleaning.
My kitchen is fucking spotless right now.
I did part of the bathroom for good measure.
The thing is though: I genuinely like cleaning. It’s really satisfying to me to wipe down a surface and watch it become clean and shiny. There is something so cathartic when I’m done cooking and I look at the stove like, “Aww I’mma clean the hell outta this.”
Speaking of which- when did I start to love cooking. Mom never like, officially taught me how to cook. I just had to experiment. I could cook a few things assuming the box has directions, but now that I’m the one who cleans and dirties the kitchen I’m a lot more invested.
My buddy Kyle came over one day and taught me how to massacre a chicken body and cook like eighty different meals. Now I cook chicken all the time. I used to hate having so many dishes to clean, but now I walk through kitchen stores and wish that I had so much more money.
I recently spent the last of my money getting a 12″ cast iron pan. I got the nice oil to season it with. I care for that thing better than I care for myself. I know its schedule. I know its hopes and dreams, and what its perfect date night is.
I make my fucking bed now. Some mornings are better than others but generally I like to at least smooth out the sheets. Not always- but more than I ever have before. I dunno, having my own apartment is like a symbol of pride.
Vacuuming my carpet is almost pornographic. Watching all of the fuzzes get sucked up and listening to the crackle of dirt being sucked away is just the best. Looking at the carpet and making the lines all go the same way when I’m done is so good. I enjoy mopping. We have a Swiffer, but its essentially the same thing.
I love cleaning and thinking like, “I won’t make a big deal about it, but I need to invite my friends over and somehow draw attention to how fucking clean everything is.”
I mean- a lot of this probably has to do with how I feel less impotent cleaning now. Living with mom and dad was a crazy money saver, but as you know our nephew also lives there. The last like four times I’ve been over its been a catastrophe. One time I found a body. Like a dead one. Just laying in the powder-ized Goldfish crackers.
I have a strong opinion on which garbage bags people should get. I judge my brooms effectiveness. I’ll spend two times as much money on the correct candle. There absolutely a correct answer to, “Which cleaner should we get?”
I have fucking pants now Emily. Pants. I spent my own money on pants, for me. I also bought fancy adidas boxer briefs because this is what I do for fun.
I go buy things for my cat because I’m worried she’s bored. We’ve had long discussions about what we think her favorite treats are. I’ve seriously debated buying a brush so I can maintain her. I wanna brush her really well and be like, “I won’t make a big deal about it, but I need to invite my friends over and somehow draw attention to how fucking brushed she is.”
Its weird to think that this is the stuff I enjoy doing now. I’m constantly trying to find a new hobby to consume my time. I’ve currently got a PS2 hooked up. I own a bunch of movies and games. I could be doing this stuff but its just not holding my attention like when I was young. I have games I haven’t played yet! I need to play them!
But nah, I’m busy sweeping the laundry nook.