Do you ever look at all the dishes in your sink and the laundry piled in your closet and think, “my god, life is so unbelievably and mind-numbingly repetitive, WHAT IS THE POINT?”
No, neither do I.
EXCEPT JUST KIDDING I DO.
And now I’ve taken to moping around the apartment while mumbling to myself, “What is the point of life? WHY ARE WE HERE?” And, I am starting to believe that this is why people are so into religion or potentially into meth or maybe crack, although, admittedly, I’m just not sure which one makes you happy or which one makes your teeth and hair fall out. Is that Christianity? I can’t be too sure.
I just, ah, and, blah, and DO NOT UNDERSTAND. There are always dishes. There are always meals to prepare and then consume. There is never enough time. I always have to shower. Every day. Rinse repeat with the shampoo and the conditioner and the taking eighteen years to brush through my terribly prone-to-knots hair. And there’s always laundry. God. THE LAUNDRY. And like, these douchecandles up in my apartment complex want rent every month. And Comcast wants its cash money for me taking their internet. And, I mean, AT SOME ACTUAL POINT, life has just become a series of repetitious events that make me want to go Britney Spears spastic-like and shave my head, just because, ya know, I haven’t done that this week yet.
And, don’t get me wrong. My life is pretty bangin’ and fab. I have very little to complain about, which is why I’m probably whining about the very mundane things I do these days. Like, WHY AND HOW AND AH AND GAH IS THERE ALWAYS DISHES? I swear to god, they are like rabbits in that they multiply right before your very eyes. I’ll stand there, fill a dish rack up with cleanliness and the next second I look over, more bowls and more plates and more glasses and WHAT. HOW. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. BRAIN. DOES. NOT. COMPUTE.
ABORT DISH MISSION.
ABORT.
AT EASE, SOLDIERS.
AYE!
PIRATE!
FLOWERS!
RANDOM PICTURES OF PIER 39 I TOOK WITH MY iPHONE, BROUGHT TO YOU BY BOREDOM, HIPSTAMATIC APP, TIRED EYES, AND FLATTERING ANGLES!:
Kiss kiss bang bang.
Jamie.
Flower.
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I kinda like the monotony… makes things even that much more exciting when exciting things happen. I mean without all the boring stuff how do you enjoy the fun stuff?
I get like this too. And I’d love to just get in my car and drive or hop on a plane somewhere but NO…there’s “responsibility” and stuff. But what’s the point of responsibility?!
Also, you should make prints of those photos and sell them on Etsy. Then you can make some money and hire a maid to do your dishes and laundry and make you delicious foodstuffs.
Life is ridiculous with the dishes and the bills and the mail and laundry and the cooking and the cleaning and the blah blah blah blah FUCK.
Seriously.
Let’s just take a nap instead.
Sometimes when I’m waking up for my day, I fall back asleep lightly and in my light sleep I dream about going through the whole process of shower, shave, outfit, makeup, hair….and then I wake up and I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet and I am already SO RAINBOW TIRED and despairing at the prospect of having to do all those things all over again. Hates it hobbitses! And some days I find it completely tedious and inconvenient that I have to feed myself and clean up the aftermath yet AGAIN. But I do really like eating. Win?
I have been feeling this way for months. Like, how do all those people who are all MAKE EVERYDAY A CELEBRATION do it? What am I supposed to celebrate? My dishwasher? My dryer?
I just don’t know. It gives me the Anxiousies. But then, I try to break my routine and I get the Super Anxousies.
Let’s just eat some glory hole pizza and drink too much wine! Whee!
I came home this morning and was like, “MORE TRASH TO TAKE OUT?” and then I had cereal and was all, “MORE DISHES TO PUT AWAY AND THEN OTHER DISHES TO WASH?”
Oh the insanity.
Also, wake up. I’m bored.
I feel that way about washing my car… I told my husband that I didn’t want to wash it anymore because it’s an exercise in futility! (I may have shouted the last part…)
I love your blog… It’s totally cute – stumbled across it and have been cracking up reading it…
Girl you dont know boredom and monotony…try living in the East Bay. At least your panhandlers are creative.
Yeah, I have a feeling it’ll get like this for me once we’re all settled in from the move.
Soap.Rinse.Put Away.Repeat.
This is why we have alcohol. Blurs the mundane. Bottoms Up!
There must be something in the water because I’ve been feeling the same way! Here are a few things I did to break the monotony….
1. I booked my sweet ass a trip to Paris, Rome, Florence and Sorrento this summer. Having something to look forward to has done wonders for my soul.
2. I’ve bought a bunch of shit online that I don’t really need, but have justified buying because I need it for my trip. Getting a package from UPS every couple days is kinda fun.
3. I’ve taken advantage of the downtime and the predictability of my life right now to DREAM and DREAM BIG. I think daydreaming is totally underrated – and we should not waste any time charting our next adventures!
I felt the same way this morning in a furry of trying to plan my own birthday party this weekend (which totally sucks bee tee dubs), worrying about every single detail and what if I can’t get a table and what if people think the party is lame and what if I don’t get a mani-pedi in time and and and…
And then I went out and bought shoes at lunch in the sweltering heat and everything felt better.
SPONGEBOB! SEAL SNUGGLES! I LOVE YOU! Sometimes you gotta let the mundane little things slip by and just get out and enjoy life. In which case taking pictures at the Pier was the appropriate thing to do
Or sea lion snuggles too, I guess.
I mean, yeah, I’ve been feeling this same way too. It’s like every day I get up and I go to class then I swear I fold the damn laundry EVERY DAY WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE I THINK BECAUSE HOW IS THERE SO MUCH LAUNDRY? Also, work. And reading for class. And suddenly it’s 8:30 am again and I’m in class and I’m all, “What the fuck? Wasn’t I just. fucking. here?”
I just buy plane tickets/take road trips to see you in SF and Vegas and that makes nothing mundane because you are NOT mundane and we TOGETHER are the opposite of mundane and I highly approve of the iPhone pictures especially the one with the cuddling sea lions and I vote that you go see/try one new thing at least 3 times per week (because every day is just too much) and and and I love you come back to me slash I’ll be in your bosom SO SOON.
Flower.
The purpose of life is to see who can survive the longest doing a series of monotonous chores and adhering to stupid adult responsibilities without running away while screaming to live at an “Eat, Love, Pray” lifestyle like Julia Roberts. Until then…
One word for you – dishwasher. Dishwashers should be machines and NOT humans. Why in the world don’t you have one? And more importantly, how do you function without one? If getting a dishwasher isn’t an option, then I suggest you eat your Trader Joe’s glory hole pizza straight out of the box. Save a plate. Save your life.
Also, hi back at ya.
PS (I still don’t understand this “flower” lingo. I would have been one lost puppy at BiSC.)
wow!! this is just so true.. i got bored bored bored bored + bored either and i’m sick of it!! sometimes i feel like we’re all in some kind of a LOST episode and we don’t know why we’re protecting the island and the rest
we just live and try to survive for somewhat unknown reason. like we’re all here because of a plane crash and try to leave 
oh god this is just so LOST.. 
love you. kkbb
I was all whiny the other day about how much stuff I had to do and how much it sucked and how busy I was with all the stuff, and then I was like, “Ok, you just got back from Vegas, you have incredible friends, FOUR more trips planned before mid-July, a hot manfriend, and YOU WANTED THIS FREELANCE SHIZNIT. WAH WAH WAH SHUT UP.”
So, then I did. My life is so hard.
Flower.
Basically if #whitegirlproblem wrote a post it would be this. But like I totally hear you.
Oh god. Not the dishes. I hate them so much. They are the reason I am having pizza for dinner tonight instead of eating something healthy like I should! They are trying to kill me!
Dude, I think about this ALL. THE. TIME. But those photos are really quite beautiful. So yeah. Yay!
I only have the “Shake It Photo” app which does polaroid-style photos, but it’s already like my favorite thing. If I upgrade to the Hipstamatic I might never get anything important done ever again
Also, on the actual content of your post (I can read too, sometimes) I agree. I thought about this a while ago, probably when I was drunk — dust (literally and metaphor for all these daily tasks) is our enemy. It’s what covered up the dinosaurs, killing them all, and it keeps us doing these meaningless, repetetive tasks. Cleaning, cooking, washing, dusting. And why? What the fuck is dust anyway? Why is it necessary to existence?
Yeah I was definitely drunk when this all made sense.
I can totally and completly feel what ur saying!! I swear I’ll get my house (especially my kitchen counter) all straight & organized but it seems that a “clutter bug” decided to spread & multiply overnight. Chores are neverending, yes, but clutter that appears out of nowhere is what irrkks me the most I think. Where can I find an inventor to create a magic formula that can Zap & Kill that clutter bug, & then prevent clutter for “up to 6 months” (like weed & insect killer you spray around ur house in the spring). LOL : )
oh hipstamatic, i love you.
there are always dishes in my sink b/c we don’t really want to use the dishwasher…
Dishes somehow got dumped onto my plate of responsibility and shitty beans in my cohabitational agreement.
Fucking gays and their no gender roles. Somehow nothing ever plays in my favour.
I am a hater of the dishes too. I don’t have a dishwasher and that is one chore I can’t stand. The rest of it is okay. I am going on a road trip soon so I am finally escaping Detroit for a few days. I can’t wait.