I’d like to introduce to you readers a new character in my existence. Well, the existence known to you, anyways. The jawavillager has a baby brother, age: almost 2. That’s right. He lives a few huts off with my parents, but invariably finds his way over to my territory to bother me. Don’t misunderstand, he does it because he loves me so much.
Recently, my parents left to go somewhere for a few days, taking him with them. At first I was ecstatic. I lose so much quality time with my computer due to him, especially at nights, when everyone’s asleep and he has no one else to bother. He’d whine his way into my lap, then onto the keyboard where he’d block my view of the screen and then start pressing buttons. If not that, he’d just sit in my lap and hold me hands so I couldn’t type. Maddening. If I got fed up and deposited him on the ground, instead of crying like he used to when he was small, now he promptly disappears. I smugly continue what I was doing on the computer until my screen suddenly goes dark. I look beneath the table and see that he’s pulled the FREAKING PLUG OUTTA THE SOCKET. This has happened so many times, I’ve accepted defeat and now just turn off the screen and let him make me his slave. When he sees that I’ve given up, he happily leads me to his toys or to the kitchen, where he makes me play with him or, if we’re in the kitchen, places an order for food, as if I’m his personal chef or something. ‘Eggs!’ ‘Juice!’ ‘Water!’ he says all eagerly. How can I say no?
So after ages of treatment like this, I was undoubtedly glad to have him out of my hair for a while. I stayed up all night, spent the day as I wished without having to get off my tightly planned watching schedule because of him, and, wonder of wonder, didn’t have to do any picking-up of things off the floor, and still the house remained perfectly clean. Ahhhhh, this is the life!
But he’s been gone for two days, and my butt hurts from sitting at the computer for so long. I WANT HIM BACK! I miss him like crazy. I even miss how he comes into my lap when I’m on the computer and faces me, then blows my hair out of my face. It’s a different thing that he’s the one who messes up my hair so that he can blow it in the first place. I’ll take the gentle spray of spittle on my face any day, just bring him back! I’ve learned that it’s unhealthy to not have minor forms of torture in your life. Also, I think I need the exercise of running after him. Oh, my butt hurts. 😦