I've lived most of my life without roommates and have enjoyed my freedom to do pretty much "whatever, whenever" in my own little kingdom. My only subject in this kingdom: Apollo.
Being king means abiding by my own rules and schedules. Every one of us knows about this sense of freedom and liberty in varying degrees. Whether it is in your own house, apartment, or even in your own room - no one else is around to judge what you say, how you look, what you do, or when you do it. Thus it shouldn't blow your mind when I share the fact that I leave the doors - both bed and bath rooms - open all the time. The private activities that take place in both locations are seen by no one...except of course, my dog.
Even to this day it still amuses me somewhat when Apollo embraces these "open door policies" so wholeheartedly. If I'm changing in my bedroom, he is usually there to observe and decide if I'm about to desert him at home for hours. If I'm getting ready to take a shower, he's nowhere close (fearing that he may be next in line). But when I'm on the toilet doing my business and he comes strolling in with a look on his face that says, "Hey, what's up? Everything going good? Mind if I hang out?" and proceed to sit on the toilet rug in-between my legs...
That... makes me chuckle a bit each and every time.
Being king means abiding by my own rules and schedules. Every one of us knows about this sense of freedom and liberty in varying degrees. Whether it is in your own house, apartment, or even in your own room - no one else is around to judge what you say, how you look, what you do, or when you do it. Thus it shouldn't blow your mind when I share the fact that I leave the doors - both bed and bath rooms - open all the time. The private activities that take place in both locations are seen by no one...except of course, my dog.
Even to this day it still amuses me somewhat when Apollo embraces these "open door policies" so wholeheartedly. If I'm changing in my bedroom, he is usually there to observe and decide if I'm about to desert him at home for hours. If I'm getting ready to take a shower, he's nowhere close (fearing that he may be next in line). But when I'm on the toilet doing my business and he comes strolling in with a look on his face that says, "Hey, what's up? Everything going good? Mind if I hang out?" and proceed to sit on the toilet rug in-between my legs...
That... makes me chuckle a bit each and every time.
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