There are a lot of activities that the R.A. has engaged in and then stopped. What's interesting about the activities and behaviors is that sometimes he will re-engage in them after a time. (Sadly that never happens with food. Since most of the "food" the R.A. likes is synthetically engineered it never goes bad so we could just hang on to it until he decides he likes it again.)
For a time the R.A. was really into closets. He would go into the closet and close the door. Often the R.A. would just stand in there. Sometimes we could hear him carrying on a one-sided conversation. Other times he would try to lug in things that one would require when hanging out in a closet such as a large medicine ball. An interesting closet that the R.A. would frequent was our bathroom closet. This closet was a testament to the R.A.'s unusual taste and abilities as it has shelves meaning he would have to contort his body to fit in the closet while the door was closed. This was his favorite closet as it came already stocked with interesting items such as full bottles of shampoo and toothpaste. The R.A. especially liked it when his toothpaste was in there. As the R.A. still hasn't mastered toothbrushing (the spit out part) he can't use fluoride toothpaste. Therefore he uses toddler toothpaste, no fluoride and no spitting. The R.A. is not a fan of toothbrushing but is a huge fan of his toothpaste. One day we found him in our bathroom closet sucking back not one but two of his toddler toothpastes. He was very cross when we made him come out of the closet and then infuriated when we wrestled the tubes out of his clenched fists. I think what the R.A. was shouting translated into, "Hey! I'm not done eating that! Get your own!"
He abruptly stopped his closet breaks and hasn't had one in months but this week the visits started back up again. I found him in our bathroom closet. The R.A. was having a spirited discussion with someone or something. When I opened the bathroom closet door he became quite agitated and pulled it shut yelling, "No! No!" and then some other things that I didn't understand the actual words but if I could interpret tone meant, "Could I possibly get a moment to myself? What is wrong with you? Can't you see I'm busy? I live my life with an audience. Just once I'd like five minutes by myself. That woman never leaves me alone. What is her deal?" Obediently I backed off. (I knew where the toothpaste was kept and it was no longer in that closet and I was pretty sure we had nothing else "edible" in there or nothing that was supposed to be edible.) The R.A. remained in the bathroom closet for quite some time and at times his long monologue became extremely loud. I have since decided that the closets are actually some sort of intergalactic telephone booths. "Listen, that dog/alien nearly blew the entire mission. You'd better accept the charges!" Or maybe they are like those booths on the "Real World" where participants talk to the camera about their recent endeavors. I bet that's it. It would certainly explain why the R.A. gets so emotional in there. "I distinctly conveyed to them that I do not like those new juice boxes. But what do I find on my tray? Those damn new juice boxes! I have made faces when presented with those juice boxes. I have grunted, groaned, and acted quite unpleasantly over those juice boxes. Why, I have even shoved those damned juice boxes to the floor. How much clearer could I be? I'm telling you, it's like being held hostage by imbeciles dressed up as morons. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Oh, there she is again. I gotta go. She's all excited because it's bath night. That lady needs to get a life. Ciao."
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