I'm sitting here at my brown, ancient, clean, untouched, dinner table, it's never this clean during the day. I can't believe I'm doing this again.
Sitting in silence, I watch a small bug climb in and out of a brown spotted banana which is laying lonely on top of a sea of oranges. The top bit of the banana peel came off somehow and is no where to be seen. There is a hole that reveals the insides of this beloved fruit. Unfortunately, what lies beyond the hole is not very pleasing to the eye. As I am looking inside this opening I observe a substance that resembles mush. Brown mush. I cannot see any details; all I see is light brown mush. The small bug, possibly a gnat, scatters around the exterior of the yellow/black fruit. What do gnats think about? Do they think? They must, I assume. This little guy seems very pleased with his delightful breakfast.
I still sit, sipping on my Bigelow Green Tea. My beverage doesn't have much flavor, but from my intense research online, LivingStrong informed me that it helped clear acne. So here I am drinking a cup of sad, warm water with two green tea leaf packages out of a Viejas Casino mug.
As I write, on my small Ghostbusters spiral notebook that I bought at Walmart for $1.98, I hear the commotions of a typical week day morning. I hear shuffles, doors closing, floors creaking and water running upstairs. This is what quiet sounds like in my household. One by one I hear my family members awakening to start they're daily routine. I should enjoy this empty portion of the house while it lasts. Well, I'm not the slightest bit at peace, every 30 seconds or so, I get rudely interrupted by loud bursts of angry chirps/squeals. Living in the kitchen are my two parakeets, Gaby and Suzy-o. I have had Suzy-o for about 9 years. Until a couple of years ago we've always thought Suzy-o was a female, and always wondered why he would aggressively peck his former roommate, Pancho. Pancho, sadly, has since passed.
One morning I went downstairs to feed my little pets and saw a green figure laying on the bottom of the cage. A 12-year-old Amanda realized what it was and rode her bike up and down her block, tears streaming down her face.
Of course, we did some research and found out Suzy-o was indeed, a male. So Suzy became Suzy-o, to this day, I still get shit from everyone about my choice of name. Suzy-o is somewhat tamed and occasionally eats seeds off of my fingertips. Gaby on the other hand, is Suzy-o's crazy wife. He loves her with all his heart and will do whatever he can to make her happy. As Suzy-o's polar opposite, Gaby frequently screams in her husband's face, starves him by chasing him away when he tries to eat, and pecks him when he tries to show any form of affection, she secretly loves him though.
During my 30 minutes writing with my dull fall themed pencil I received from school, my Tio and Tia both left for work, but my grandparents are still asleep. I was an early riser this morning, 4:30am early. It's currently 8:00am.
The gnat has disappeared. I would love to be a gnat. I suppose they only think of two things, food and sex. I suppose all living creatures, besides humans, thing only of those things. I could handle that. To be quite honest, I'm not 100 per cent sure it's a gnat. Maybe an ant? The species of this small bug shall forever remain a mystery, because I really can't find it! Whatever insect the little guy was, he has a good life, or she. He doesn't have anything to worry about, doesn't have a care in the world, no decisions have to be made, stupid nat. I'm pretty sure after he took a few bites of the mushy banana, he went to have sex with his wife, or maybe his mistress, possibly both. He might be a Pisces, male Pisces
love to have affairs. For all we know, he could be a homosexual! All I know is that Mr. Nat is probably reproducing right now. Mr. Nat getting it on with his hubby.
For a moment I stopped thinking about all my problems, while watching over the soft banana, that would be perfect for a nice banana bread recipe, and its small insect visitor. One hour I've been at this table, why am I still here? Avoiding reality at all costs? That sounds accurate. I wish I was a nat.
