This Modern Philosopher has been suffering from cabin fever lately due a self-imposed exile brought on by the recent frigid weather. The House on the Hill is a wonderful place in which to live, and it’s my bunker against the uncertainties that often roam the streets in angry mobs, but sometimes, I can to turn it into a prison.
So today I decided it was time to grant myself parole and venture out into the world. When I stepped out into the light, I was surprised to find that the grill at the end of the porch had been shoved down towards the front door by the fierce winds that have been plaguing Maine lately. So maybe I had been right to hide inside…
I stuck to the plan and headed out towards The Mall. When I need to do something to improve my mood, I like to shop. However, I don’t buy things for me. Nothing makes me happier than to go on a shopping spree for The Girl Who Deserves the World.
Today, I did just that. I filled my basket with silly, funky items that I knew would make her smile and coax that dimple out of hiding. I felt alive, I felt free, and I felt in love. I went to two stores and didn’t buy a single thing for myself, but I felt like I had done just as much for me as I had for her.
I don’t always understand why I fall into one of my funks, but I know that the best way to get out of it is by doing something special for The Girl Who Makes My Heart Beat Faster.
I must confess that I did stop on the way home to buy myself a somewhat unhealthy lunch, but I blame that on the recent posts I wrote about Mayor McCheese and Hamburglar!
So what about you, Modern Philosophers? What do you do when you need to get out of a funk, or shake off the cabin fever? Do you like to shop for someone special, or do you find it more rewarding to shop for yourself? Who wants to come help me wrap my purchases, since I’ve made it clear that I’m the world’s worst wrapper?
I know this wasn’t my usual silly post about life in Maine, but there’s more to life up here than what makes me laugh. Sometimes, I need to let the hopeless romantic shove the court jester aside and take control of the blog.
Thank you for allowing me to indulge the man who writes from the heart, rather than from the funny bone…