We try to make believe like we live in a 1st world country here.
But we don’t.
It’s a 3rd world country, and at times, that is quite apparent.
I thought tonight as I was doing the dishes, “Wow, I’m not even bothered by that cricket coming out of the cupboard” and was even less bothered when he went and hid under the stove.
When did I get to this point? When did I stop caring about the thousands of mini ants that march along my walls throughout the day despite my attempts to keep the floor absolutely crumb and liquid free? Ok, I guess I still care about them still…otherwise I wouldn’t march around the house behind everyone with my antibacterial cleaning spray (which smells a lot like straight isopropyl…….details, details).
Anyhow, these are but a few of the items that help me remain in my delusion that I am residing in a developed country somewhere: