As I get older and more set in my ways, it has occurred to me that I’m a little more particular about certain things than I used to be.
I’ve been wondering if I’m the only one that worries about certain things or feels a need to do things a certain way.
Here’s a List of Some of My ‘Issues’
- Font sizes and the volume on a TV should only be an even number – I don’t know why I feel this way, but it seems like it should be a given. Matter of fact, I don’t know why the odd numbers are even in there.
- ‘Toilet paper rolls from the top, down – You don’t put your hand under the roll and pull. Most of the time, I should be happy that someone other than me took the time to even change the toilet paper roll, but I just don’t know why they can’t replace it exactly how my mother taught me.
- Drinks go on coasters – I took wood shop. Water leaves rings on wood. People should use coasters.
- When talking to someone in a store, you should be courteous and stand to the side of the aisle instead of right in the middle of everything. There are those of us that hate to shop and are trying to complete the dreadful task as quickly as possible. Be kind and get out of the way.
- I talk to myself, quite frequently. This happens especially while I’m at work and completing paperwork, or when I’m in my Writing Cabin and I’m typing away on some project. (I talk to animals and plants, too. That was in a different post.)
- I think my blankets at night should be a perfect rectangle before I get into bed.
- Ok, this is a weird one. When I was younger, I had a dream that ‘Pillow People’ lived inside my pillowcase – kind of like a small Smurf village. I know that I’m an educated, 46 year old adult, but sometimes I still look in my pillowcase before bedtime just to be safe. Also, Brian’s pillowcase opening has to be faced away from me. It is what it is.
- I don’t like people behind me, whether I’m walking in a store, or driving a car down the road. It’s not just that I don’t like to be around people, it’s that I hate feeling like I’m in someone’s way.
- Shopping is awful. Specifically the kind where you go out in public. Amazon saves me from having to interact with others.
- I use Sticky Notes for all of my reminders at school, as well as when I’m writing. My Sticky Notes are placed evenly on my desk, with spaces in between, like they are soldiers waiting to be inspected.
- I like to wear sandals all the time – even when snowing. It’s something to do about my absolute aversion to socks. If I’m trudging through a Christmas tree patch in knee deep snow, I will reluctantly wear sock and boots, but I will hate it.
Life Goes On
According to my teenage sons, the above list could continue forever. They constantly inform me that I’m not normal. It seems that their friends’ moms are a great deal more ‘fun’ than I am.
In actuality, it’s probably true. I try to be ‘fun,’ although I really don’t care if I’m ‘normal’ or not.
I’m at this point in my life where I just want to do what I want to do. As long as I’m not hurting anyone, I’m beyond caring what other people think about some of my life choices.
Life is short. Eat the cake before dinner. Wear the dress that you are worried about getting ruined. Build a fire in the fireplace. Stay up late and sleep in (occasionally – you do still have to work to pay the bills).
I guess the biggest lesson here is simple – Be Yourself.
Goals for Today:
- Cook Warm Pudding for the Kids
- Put Away the Pledge – I’m not Dusting Today
- Sit By the Fire & Read My Book