I was not happy about starting school. Even when I was a child, I hated leaving the house. The dread and anxiety increased in the weeks before school started, and I began lamenting that I would soon have to spend the bulk of my days in a classroom instead of at home. I’ve never been to prison, but I imagine the time leading up to the start of my sentance would feel the same way.

I remember lying on the living room floor, talking to the dog, expressing my envy that he didn’t have to go to school and how I wished I could be a dog so I could spend my days at home, too. Kids are fuckin weird, man.

Adults are, too, it would seem. I still don’t want to leave the house, and I especially don’t want to do what other people want me to do. I don’t want to be a dog, though. I did, however, briefly find myself envious of this lizard I saw in my garage this morning. He was just chillin, not moving a muscle. I don’t know if he was tracking a tasty bug, or if he was too cold to move, but he didn’t seem bothered by life the way I am, so he had that going for him.