The human body was originally designed to live in hot water. Maybe we've come from a planet where the entire surface is covered in three to five feet of water at roughly 150 degrees ferenheit, or maybe the earth itself used to be like that, and some environmental catastrophe destroyed our hot water paradise, but the fact of the matter is that the ideal environment for human existence is hot water. I don't mind telling you, I could've stayed in that shower all day if the hot water hadn't stopped coming. True story. Of course, my theory might imply that in its ideal environment, the human body is a formless pink prune-looking thing, and that wouldn't really be conducive to the already difficult (or perhaps not difficult enough) task of propogating the species. Yeah, probably wouldn't happen.
Cedar roping and Christmas lights still grace various surfaces throughout the house, and pine needles are beginning to pile up on the carpet, in anticipation of Christmas get-together number three, due to take place in a few more days. Much as I love seeing relatives, and much as I appreciate their interest in my life, I'd kill to have no one ask me anything about myself, my education, my employment prospects, etc... Hm. Now that I think of it, that's probably a bad thing. It might mean that I should either be happy enough about where I am in life to not mind telling people about it, or should be doing something worth talking about. I suppose that I could always scare them into praying for me by telling them that all I want to do with my life is ride a skateboard and play guitar all the time, occasionally breaking to smoke a cigarette, or get a new tatoo. Of course, those who know me well enough to know that I hate smoke, have no tatoos, and can't skateboard or ride guitar might not be fooled that easily. Details schmetails, I just need to tweak my dreams a bit. Hm... Rodeo rider? Nah, they'd never beleive it. Astronaut? Nope, they'd just tell me that on the way to doing that I could become a successful engineer. Blah, I suppose that I might as well bite my lip and succumb to the onslaught.