Wednesday, May 8, 2019

My Human Pet

My human pet has been acting strange lately. She gets up at around 3 AM and goes straight to the kitchen downstairs to cook. She fills the water jug, eats and hydrates. She goes to sleep after some kind of religious ritual and wakes up at late noon. That's okay, I usually also wake up at late noon, but what's weird is that she doesn't brew us a cup of coffee, or order takeout for lunch as per usual. It seems like she's trying out a new diet fad..

..Or being brainwashed into an automaton. Because aside from the out-of-place eating period, she also develops brand new habits she follows to a T. She takes a long walk and sometimes stays out until the morning comes. She keeps a journal and writes important dates. She smiles at people and engages in small talks. Just not to me. She ignored me in a way that if we were social media mutuals, I'm getting blocked.

I'm starting to see a pattern where she's trying to transform into a sensible, functional human being. It started not so long ago, but the progress is uncanny. She does it well, too well I might say, that if I still have a shroud of idea left of who she was, I'd say this was just a phase in which she would eventually come back to me running.

I would like to be ecstatic to learn that she's turning into a 'better person', or so the term dictated. I just wish she would consult to me first, so that I'm not feeling left in the dark, especially concerning the sudden coffee cutback. She barely talks to me in the past week that I get no vote in deciding what to do.

Don't get me wrong; the long walks are fun, the talks with people are pleasant, and the cooking is.. uh.. interesting (spoiler: it's bad but at least it's edible). But I miss spending hours with her just staring at the ceiling and start a revolution from our bedroom, a cup of hot anxiety juice by our side. I miss singing sad lofi rock songs to the top of our lungs. I miss vaguely talking to her about our pie-in-the-sky dreams that may or may not happen, yet it's amusing to entertain the notion anyway. And this was only after she left me in a week or so.

But right now if she decides to take a more realistic approach to her life and habits, I would try my best to support her in any way I can. I just... probably need a few moments, days (or months?) to adjust myself to her. I wish her luck in proceeding onto this new journey, and I sincerely hope this is not only a phase, because if she's going to run, I want her to run forward, not back to me. 

This time, I'm running to her. And we'll march on together.