The Silence of Keith

So, I spent one of the most excruciatingly boring weekends of my life this week, as I was the de facto babysitter of my 25-year-old cousin Keith. Being as I have nothing in the way of entertainment for someone of Keith’s ilk (his interests are more akin to that of a 14-year-old than a 25-year-old) we just sat and watched a lot of television. Honestly, it’s oddly much more uncomfortably boring watching television in complete silence with someone than it is to just sit and watch it alone. I’m not generally much of a TV person, but it can usually keep me entertained for a day or so if necessary. For some reason, having Keith sit by me while I was watching it completely ruined that. It’s as if he was just this silent vacuum sucking up any entertainment value I may be getting by just sitting there silently and seeming so intensely bored.
 
The whole acting like a 14-year-old thing was rather annoying for the entire weekend as well. As I mentioned in the last entry, the last time I saw Keith for any extended period of time was years ago when he was around 14 years old. This being so, the two of us kids would often separate ourselves from the adults we were surrounded by and do our own thing, be it video games or something else. However, I was presuming that dearest Keith had actually matured in the last 11 years of life and would no longer expect for us to do that. I was rather wrong, as from his arrival onwards he was hovering around me as if waiting for me to direct him to the nearest Playstation. Really, you’re 25 years old now you should be able to sit and interact with adults – not leave the dinner table in the midst of everyone’s conversation and stroll into the other room to watch television. Sheesh.
 
Oh, and obviously my tentative "set-up Keith and Donna" plans were cancelled, partially because Keith’s a recovering drug addict and Donna’s enough to drive anyone towards their fix. I’m sure you guys understand.
 
At any rate, I highly doubt I’ll be seeing much of Keith for a while (if ever again), so that’s done with for now. The more important news is that Heather will be arriving in about 27 ½ hours.
 
If I were the sort of person who would type “Squee!” then now would be the appropriate time.