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My Life Is Boring

Thought you might like to know why I haven’t written in a while. Well, I haven’t been feeling too creative these past couple weeks. That, and my life is boring.

You know what I did today? I went to the bank, got some groceries and did the laundry. Thrilling, isn’t it? After that, I spent the rest of my afternoon watching DVDs and surfing the Web. Exciting, I know.

Then, as usual, my neighbor Greta paid me a visit. She likes to drop in every week or so for tea. Greta is 98. Oh, and she often forgets to dress herself before she goes out.

Actually, I’m not sure if Greta really forgets to put clothes on every day or if she just doesn’t care anymore. Maybe she gets up in the morning and says Fuck it, I’m 98. I’m going naked. All I know is, it’s very disturbing and I really can’t take much more of it. Besides, I’m having a hard time making up excuses for why she can’t sit on my couch.

But that’s not the worst of my problems. I think some of the neighbors are starting to gossip. I mean, when a naked 98-year-old woman walks out of your door and thanks you for a lovely time, people are gonna talk. But hey, what am i supposed to do, not answer my door?

I think I’m going to have to confront her and get this all out in the open. After all, we’re both mature adults (quite an understatement for her). Maybe we can come up with some kind of compromise. For instance, she could start wearing one of those hospital gowns. Technically, it’s still clothing, but it’s open in the back, so she’d still feel that cool breeze on her rear. Honestly, I’d be happy if she just started wearing underwear.

But enough about my problems. I shouldn’t bore you with my mundane life. Then again, I can’t always be about the funny. Sometimes I just need to get some things off my chest. Kind of like my neighbor Greta, only in a less literal sense.

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