On The Pipe

When I wake up in the morning now, I don't just hop out anymore. I do not run joyously out to great the day. The day can wait. I don't want to appear too eager! I stay snuggled and warm under the covers. I may look out the window for a bit and watch the leaves on the tree tops. I look at how the clouds are moving. I notice what the weather is like. I try to tell what time it is by the light of the sky. Sometimes I try out the apps on my phone. I read tweets or quotes. I stumble over to MySpace to see what's going on. The only thing I try not to do is text or status update. I have done this. Sorry if you have been on the receiving end of my "morning love". I am either speaking some inappropriate piece of truth or an incoherent, unorganized thought. Sometimes both at once. I try not to type before 10am. I do however think on absolute pleasantness. I daydream fiercely now, mostly just in the morning. It makes me feel incredibly peaceful. I simply take the time now to arrive. I will put my feet on the floor when I have sufficiently amused myself and can go out in to the world with great expectations.
So, this morning I was pondering something in my lazy morning way. I began to wonder how some people can go through life and not be crazy curious about stuff. For instance, if I were to say, "I liked it so much, I got you one too. You can have it later." I have friends who would be all over that statement. "What is it? Can I have it now? Why did you like it? What color is it?" You know. Old fashioned curiosity. I know people that wouldn't even hear it said. Some that would give it a nanomoment of attention. Then there are the people that hear it and are not driven over the edge by lack of data. The kind of people that have no urge to shake their Christmas presents. They can carry on in a normal way with life and do not need to know. These are the beings that took up my thinking time this morning.
How can anyone do this??? If you are one of these curiosity resistant people, you must tell me the secret! It has to be something besides the fact that you just don't care. I've heard that. I don't understand that statement at all. It does not communicate to me in the least! Personally, I need to know things!! I can not rest until I do. The longest instance I can remember having had a question to ask someone is about 23 years. I did not get a satisfactory answer because the other person did not remember the event. I can move on only because I have made up my own answer. Yep, I'll do that. I need to be able to cope! I am very impatient. It is not unheard of that I would do little dance of frustration. Kind of like the potty dance, but a little quicker, add hand wiggling and a groan at being made to wait more than a second. It's like I'm on the damn pipe. Only it's not crack I'm after. It's answers. Save me the indignity of my child-like dance and give me what I need baby! Don't be stingy with the communication. You can never talk to often or tell me too much. Your data is like little pieces of smokable fun so to speak. I just don't want to have to fill the gap with imagination. That never does anyone any good! Except maybe me. In the morning.