I am a Homebody

Homebody in my case does not denotes a metaphor which affirms, rather it’s the opposite. Homebody in which is psyching me out. It is not because of my full volition, but yes it’s practically “partly” by choice.

Since the last summer break, April. I am locked up in my so-cliched-four-sided-wall-room. Counting how many times the earth rotates in it’s axis for 23hrs 56min 4.2seconds per day. I have been secured in my your-ordinary-teenage-room for more than more than two months now. Bet you, it really sucks!

I am not prompted to enroll in the summer semester and even on the present academic year because of our present status for immigration in the west end of the earth. Here comes the unintentional reason why I barely leave the house, “wait for the phone call or any mails coming from the immigration office”. So I have been a rotten fish swimming in a dirty fish tank…oops just an hyperbole.

Well, it’s not just always “it sucks!” and not liking it. Let me quote something “it’s like a flower that blooms in adversity”, don’t you notice? I like exaggeration. It’s just there is something about it which is good after all. Things unnoticed because of some dominant commotion reveals themselves, which actually is quite fun. Let me try to list it all down for you.

Clocks don’t tick at the same rate

Another irrelevant discovery candidate. I barely noticed that our family are so fond of clocks. Wall clocks, clocks in the shelves, clocks with fancy design, clocks with lamp, clocks in the living room, clocks in the dining room, clocks inside the rooms, clocks even at the attic. Whoa, that’s a lot!

Clocks “second” hand does not tick at the same rate, which means each clock second precision is different from others. Which also means they are not telling the same time. Even clocks are not reliable at some time.

So, what’s the official time? Weird!

When I’m uneasy, I diddle with my cellphone keypad

Having your cellphone around with you–undetachable seems normal just like dressing up, so I decided it’s not worth writing it up. But this unusual thing I did when in some kind of uneasy situation feels weird and unnoticed.

It has been an unnoticed habit clicking my keypads unconsciously and when I’m back in my self, I am already diddling my inbox and/or playing with my cellphone’s game.

I can navigate the house, closed eyes

Oh yeah, sure lot of us can do this, but it’s worth some attention. Sometimes when peeing wakes me up in the middle of my sleep, I don’t bother not opening my eyes fully. I learned to use my hands to sense some struggle on my way. Luckily I have never been hit by the wall.

Even when it’s brownout, I always tend to switch on/off the light

When things occupy me for a moment or so, the light switch brings me up a sort of reality check, “power lines are off dude!” Yeah, the light switch reminds me that it’s fucking brownout again which gives me emotional downfall. No hyperbole this time. Brownouts really makes me feel sad and bored!

Meal time, “whats the food?” habit

My mom and grandma really might be so sick and tired hearing all those question almost three times a day with only almost less than five hours interval. Sometimes this question are not really intended, they just spill out in my mouth…but I admit, I’m guilty! .^^

Refrigerator rackets it out at night

Sleeping close to the dining area and the big giant really gives me trouble when night falls and silence embraces the atmosphere. It’s racket really disturbs me during can’t-sleep-nights. It’s really loud at times.

This phenomena battles my scientific instinct to a question. How much noise do we accumulate when it’s racketing aren’t audible? Think of that! Our eardrums might be furious.

Home TV shopping

Oops, I am not a patron of these products, but again, because of my unconsciousness in things, I just wakes up watching this inutile shows. Growth pills, breast enlarger, scar remover, kitchen knifes and wait theres more!!! haha!

Can’t find it when I need it

When things are badly needed, they tend to hide until you give up trying. Up to the smallest things, when you don’t need them you know where to find them but when the time you needed them, they play hide and seek.

Watch out with the latter one, can’t find anymore things to write down but I’m sure there still a lot. Hate that last part!

Well, all of these are bit fun after all. When I’m thinking each one of it, it put some sort of helium air in my head. Being a homebody does not sound always rebellious, it can even cater the other side of your intellect. Isn’t it obnoxious to find all the wonders of the outside world when in fact, just being inside your home can be totally worth spending when you just spend time discovering and challenging yourself?

Being a homebody for more than two months now is not a waste of time, because I have used it in some sort of valuable things. I had never read books continuously, I had never enough time to read all the school newspaper articles, I had never watch some good movies and tv shows… but during that break, I did, it’s worth it.

But I never said I’ll be homebody forever, I experienced it already, time to move on. I’ll prepare myself for that migration and for another life in school.

Wish me luck!

~ by Dyepri Budoy on July 15, 2008.