Random Thoughts

One of the things I love about my life is the time Josh and I carefully reserve to goof off. Some people find it irritating that we don’t fall into the typical “check-the-calander-I-think-we-need-to-go-see-your-mother-this-weekend” style of life. Our calendar is consistently empty. We can stay in on a weekend and do jack shit and be absolutely beaming about it. Now, one of our favorite things to do while we are determined to do nothing is play video games (watching anime coming in at a close second). I find it amusing that, while some couples spend their time with pointless foreplay, Josh and I need only walk through the doors of a Game Stop or Best Buy in order to achieve instantaneous orgasm. There’s a beauty to it that can’t be described in mere words. I can’t possibly convey to the world how I feel about the way my life has turned out. I’m certainly happy.
My idea of a perfect life is never having to grow up. It sounds odd, but it’s true. I know I’ll have to be a good mother and a good friend and a good worker and a fantastic/kinky wife but that’s all normal stuff that I’m good at anyway. I can have those things without growing up, and here’s how – You know that feeling you had on a school day when you woke up and saw the snow, then heard someone call upstairs that class was cancelled for the day and all of your worries about homework and tests just fell right off your shoulders like plot stability in the fourth season of an inexplicably popular anime? I want to have that feeling into my sixties. If I can still wake up on a Saturday morning, drink a cup of tea and play a video game or watch an anime or even regular cartoons, and STILL have that feeling of the world’s worries and stresses sliding off of me with no residue – then I’ll know my life is perfect.
I married Josh because I know he can give me that, even without trying, because he’s just like that too.

On a completely unrelated note: We were shopping at Jungle Jim’s the other day and Josh made a comment about Bangers and (slightly later) Mash (Bangers and Mash is a popular breakfast in Britain I suppose, as his co-worker is from there) and instantly my mind froze. Now, the reason for this abrupt halt in cognitive function was the fact that, just as he said ‘Bangers and Mash’, I had the image of the Dragon Quest VIII characters of the same name in my head: those two little kids that were standing outside Jessica’s door as she changed out of her rich girl clothes and transformed into a traveler cleverly disguised as a whip-wielding harlot. I suppose I must have appeared quite dumbfounded, because a moment later he almost looked worried as he proceeded to explain what he meant.
Is it wrong of me to feel proud of myself because the first thing that jumped into my head was a video game?