Maximum Capacity

Uncle arrived in town Sunday night. That means our house of 3 has doubled its usual occupancy, to 6. Aunt’s sleeping with mom on her queen-sized bed; my 16-year-old cousin takes over my double bed (and has made my sleep less-than-satisfactory), and uncle is supposed to sleep with my bro on his Queen but feels more comfortable on the couch.

I am not used to having this many people share our house before. Or invade my privacy all at the same time. Ever since I’ve moved here and started to enjoy a whole room to myself, I had gotten used to spending lots of time by myself (thinking and writing).

But now my every movement is being watched and I feel very cramped (since a majority of the space in my room has been allocated for my cousin’s suitcases). Boy, do I ever miss my freedom!

I feel like an animal. But there’s no need to stare at me incessantly. I’m not caged in a enclosure like an animal in a zoo is. So please, don’t stare at me 24/7. I am not a celebrity, and yes I am just like any other person on the planet (anatomy-wise). No matter how much you admire me, I do not feel comfortable being watched. So don’t let me ask you again: leave me alone!!!

Don’t wait for me outside the bathroom door when I take a shower. Don’t “see me off” every morning before I go to work like I’m your significant other. You don’t have to wake up at the same time I do. You get to sleep in… Embrace it, child!

Speaking of sleeping in, I should probably get to bed. Work tomorrow at 9am. Last day of summer work at Woodward’s!!!