Idiosyncratic things you do that are just fine with you.. can these be appreciated by others?
I once had a neighbour who enjoyed orange juice in her breakfast cereals instead of milk. I knew a child who squirted ketchup into her vegetable soup. Most of us have weird but ingenious methods for saving some time or money, but rarely share these idiosyncrasies... I wonder why?
I suspect its for fear of what others might say or worse still think... I remember my darling ex husband making me throw out 2/3 of a pot of chilli, claiming that it was left overs and only pigs ate left overs!... I couldn't get over the waste for the sake of appearances.... and the irony was he is a pig (in the employment field, not literally ~~ tho' sometimes I wonder about that too - but I realise I shouldn't type that cos then I might appear bitter! ah for keeping up appearances!!)
Anyway, back to the food - what my partner hadn't realised was that I'd deliberately made more than we could eat, just to have the pleasure of eating it the next day for lunch. What did I do?... I left a message on top of the box
Important message: they aren't leftovers,
I once had a neighbour who enjoyed orange juice in her breakfast cereals instead of milk. I knew a child who squirted ketchup into her vegetable soup. Most of us have weird but ingenious methods for saving some time or money, but rarely share these idiosyncrasies... I wonder why?
I suspect its for fear of what others might say or worse still think... I remember my darling ex husband making me throw out 2/3 of a pot of chilli, claiming that it was left overs and only pigs ate left overs!... I couldn't get over the waste for the sake of appearances.... and the irony was he is a pig (in the employment field, not literally ~~ tho' sometimes I wonder about that too - but I realise I shouldn't type that cos then I might appear bitter! ah for keeping up appearances!!)
Anyway, back to the food - what my partner hadn't realised was that I'd deliberately made more than we could eat, just to have the pleasure of eating it the next day for lunch. What did I do?... I left a message on top of the box
Important message: they aren't leftovers,
they are Planned-overs!!!
.... and I like 'Planned Overs'.
His retort?.... 'only lazy fat people eat lunch'....
His retort?.... 'only lazy fat people eat lunch'....
I'm delighted that our relationship is much improved now we no longer have to interact with each other. I guess if Soulmates are made--not encountered in some cosmic game of Marco Polo, we didnt 'make' it!
Other things I do... Ive noticed or that have been pointed out to me include..... when I am going from one part of the house to the other, I have to recite my mission out loud: keys, washing, feed the cats. keys, washing, feed the cats. keys, washing, feed the cats. Otherwise I will get out to the car with no keys, the cats have started throwing themselves underfoot in a bid to get noticed and fed, and there are no towels for the shower.
Actually, as I've typed that it's reminded me of a time when my little habit caused me some concern... I work for myself and have an office at home, so usually my buzzing around trying to remember ten different tasks at once with a mind that can barely hold onto one isn't a problem. However, on one occasion when meeting a client in their office I went to use the facilities and didnt realise that I was 'thinking aloud' when a lady using one of the other cubicles called out, "Are you talking to me?" I didnt know how to reply... How very embarrassing I dont mind telling you!
Also, in a vain attempt to be economical and efficient... I can't leave a room without picking something up that doesn't belong there and taking it somewhere else. So I spend way too much time carrying 'stuff' around with me whilst planning circuits for drop offs!...
Hmm... maybe I should be more concerned with appearances... maybe I would've in my younger days... and now I realise that I should be me and not a version of me that someone would prefer me to be. There's a line somewhere in Hemingway which goes; "The war still went on, but we didn't go to it anymore." Perhaps this phrase captures my state of mind which has slowly settled on me - a kind of disengagement. Its still a war for some.... but it's no longer my war.
<~~ sneaks off to enjoy 'planned overs' for tea!
Also, in a vain attempt to be economical and efficient... I can't leave a room without picking something up that doesn't belong there and taking it somewhere else. So I spend way too much time carrying 'stuff' around with me whilst planning circuits for drop offs!...
Hmm... maybe I should be more concerned with appearances... maybe I would've in my younger days... and now I realise that I should be me and not a version of me that someone would prefer me to be. There's a line somewhere in Hemingway which goes; "The war still went on, but we didn't go to it anymore." Perhaps this phrase captures my state of mind which has slowly settled on me - a kind of disengagement. Its still a war for some.... but it's no longer my war.
<~~ sneaks off to enjoy 'planned overs' for tea!
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