I love to have things around me just the way I want them.
It doesn’t matter to me if my demands are made at inopportune times, all that matters is that they are met. Promptly. I like my meals warm, not hot, not cold. And sometimes I decide I wasn’t even hungry in the first place. Someone else would clean up the mess.
When I say ‘Jump’ , all I expect to hear in reply is ‘How high?’. I like to be comfortable at all times, and my requirements change on a daily, if not hourly basis. I know people stare at me sometimes, trying to figure me out. Others ask me what the matter is when I get really upset. As if I can bring myself to even begin to reply.
Maybe you will understand where I am coming from if you know how I became like this.
I maintain that it is all down to my upbringing, the way I started out. I was confined for days, weeks even. I was held in solitary confinement. I had no choice in the matter. I wasn’t able to see anyone, all I heard were voices, filtered through the sound of ocean waves. I was never ill treated though, all my needs such as they were, were always met. And there was this relentless rhythmic drumbeat, that let me know I was loved. Even if I could not comprehend how or why.
I got lulled into a sense of security, until suddenly, the world as I knew it was ripped apart, and I was released into the midst of noisy people. Eyes stared at me, hands grabbed at me, my modesty was ignored as I was examined from head to toe. My wails were ignored as I was poked and prodded until someone decided to have pity and gave me clothes to cover up my naked form. I was in a state of shock from all I had gone through, till I realised I could still hear the drumbeat. Not as near as it had been before my release, but near enough to know that I was still loved.
So now, I do as I please. I am living the life, living the dream. All around me are at my beck and call, and I’m loving it.
I am Ebaby, Justjoxy’s new kid on the block, 3 months old. Welcome to my world!