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So a few months ago, my Darling Boyfriend decided that he was going to go to India with one of his college friends who was a Buddhist monk for some time. I met said friend when he was still a Buddhist monk wearing the orange robes and the whole shebang, and, if you've never had a buddhist monk watching football in your living room and shotgunning marijuana hits, then your life is less interesting than mine. Haha! Sucks to be you! But anyway, being still active in Tibetan Buddhism since leaving the monkhood, he invited my darling boyfriend to come to the temple of his Lama and shoot some video so he could make a short film that might encourage bourgeois New Yorkers to donate money to it. My Darling Boyfriend, never passing up an opportunity for foreign travel, said "yes!"
The other thing about my Darling Boyfriend and foreign travel is that once he's going to one place, he feels like he has to visit every place adjacent while he's there... so the planned trip to india started turning epic. He planned to visit another friend in India, then a meet up with another friend in Khazakstan, a visit to Tajikistan, then a long-ass train ride through russia to Moscow, then to St. Petersburg to meet up with ANOTHER college friend (who's been living in Mexico the past year) and the two of them would do a whirlwind tour of eastern europe hitting approximately 15 different locales. By the end of his planning, the trip was going to take two months and one week.
So my thought was just "two months and one week to myself? AWESOME!!!" and so I started planning what yours truly would do with that particular time. My first thought was "Since I'll have peace and quiet and not be endlessly doing laundry, I can work on writing."
And so I thought I would take to blogging as soon as he left. What I didn't count on was two factors: 1. That it was going to take me a long time to get the house clean after he was gone, and 2. That I was going to be partying down to a distracting extent once he left.
To address the former: My darling boyfriend is a slob. He is entropic to the max. He spends a day in a room and it's like someone was tearing it apart looking for secret documents or jewels or something. Since I am a tiny bit OCD and like things to be a bit tidier, my role has become that of countering his entropy and maintaining a state of equilibrium which is usually "sorta, but not embarrassingly, messy."
Naturally, the idea of him being away for a long period of time introduced a tantalizing possibility: I could actually get AHEAD and get our condo clean, and have it stay clean for two months!!! Drunk on possibilities, I started cleaning as soon as he was out the door, thinking that a focused two days would whip things into shape. hahaha...no. I am STILL cleaning this place. There is some hardcore organization that needs to be done. I am feng shui-ing like there is no tomorrow.
Secondly, addressing the latter: it seems that once I am in a state of simulated "singledom" I revert back to single habits. This means going out a lot; hanging out with friends a lot. It's strange because I don't feel like these are things I CAN'T do when my Darling Boyfriend is around, but I seem to do them less. Maybe it's because I'm tired from cleaning.
But, getting back to the point: Darling Boyfriend has been gone for two weeks and I'm just now getting back on my feet again as far as getting shit done. (GTD? Fuck that, I GSD.) So I'm only now starting to get on the Blog thing. It took me awhile to come up with a good title that I could buy a domain of. I finally landed on theoverexaminedlife.com. I thought about just using avphibes.com, but, here is a little pearl of wisdom for you, Youth of America: When choosing a pseudonym, PICK SOMETHING THAT'S EASY TO SPELL AND PRONOUNCE. It will save you a lot of heartache.
Anyway, I'll be setting that up shortly. In the meantime, here's an awesome pic of my cat in a lobster costume from OMGkitty.com:
