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Homework: What Makes Me Quirky?
While I’d like to say I should kick Shane in the shins for giving me homework, I can’t. I’m still being a jackass with updating, so he’s giving me a reason to. It’s so easy to get utterly wrapped up in your business to the point it’s next to impossible to talk about it, and you find yourself staring at a blank screen, pretty sure you have nothing worthwhile to impart. Apparently, my strange habits have been deemed worthy of sharing, so it goes to tell you never can tell.
So, Shane’s asking a group of us to expose parts of our weird little worlds. We all have our quirks, and most of them probably don’t come through on electronic mediums like this. Without further ado, here’s a glance into my weird little world.
I can’t stand things that clang.
Let me clarify. Got a set of keys? Please. For the love of all things holy…do not jangle them. It literally makes my teeth hurt. A close runner up is silverware being clanged around. It’s my worst nightmare to be in a restaurant with a kid banging silverware together. My teeth feel like they’re getting the creepy crawlies. I have no idea where this comes from, it’s been that way for as long as I can remember.
Oh, and if you get the devilish look in your eye and do it on purpose, you’d better duck. Silverware does serve useful purposes other than giving me the heebie jeebies.
I will do 18 loads of laundry…and not put it away.
If anyone can explain this phenomenon to me, that’d be great. I start feeling nutty when there’s too much laundry piled up. Nothing makes me feel better than shoveling that stuff into the washer and getting it outta my sight. Then I drag my feet on the folding thing, but it’s still a necessary evil if I want to get through the other piles of laundry.
Then?
It sits in a neatly folded pile. Like, forever. I HATE putting it away. I have no clue why. My closet is nicely organized, but I cannot force myself to walk it from the pile on the trunk to the shelves in there. Rationally, it makes no sense whatsoever.
Then?
I get annoyed because it’s sitting there. So I start wearing what’s sitting out there to get rid of the pile. Months later when I actually look in my closet, I’m all, “Wow, I forgot about that shirt.”
Yeah. Wonder why.
My kitchen sink can gross me out.
There can be explosions of junk ALL OVER the countertop in the kitchen, but my eye will go right to the sink. To any weird little pieces of food stuck on the stainless steel. To any dark splash marks from the morning’s coffee that was dumped. To the ONE glass that might be sitting in there. Everything else fades away, and that’s all I see.
Consequently, I’ll wind up absolutely scouring the sink, and leaving the rest of the crap everywhere.
Don’t ask. I have no idea.
I am on the Most Wanted list for houseplant death.
I am absolutely horrific with indoor plants. I seem to do ok with the ones outside (which usually consequently fry in Virginia’s summer heat) but I should attend some kind of group therapy for what I impose on houseplants. They’ll be there, on a stand of some kind, and I’ll walk right by them. The poor things are probably falling out of their pot trying to wave me down. “Hey! YOU! Waitwaitwait! I’ll do it! I’ll jump.” And I breeze on by, oblivious to the leaf depletion that happens thanks to lack of water or a feline that gets the munchies.
So there you have it. I kill plants, I hate keys and silverware, I have an odd obsession with my kitchen sink, and no matter how many times I walk into my closet in a day, I refuse to take clean clothes in there.
Told you I was weird. Good news is, we all are.
I’ll one-up you on the laundry thing. I do 18 loads of laundry, wash them, dry them… and then leave them in a huge pile.
They’re nice and clean, but they’re wrinkled as hell when I put them on. Not only that, I have all this available space in my drawers and cupboards, but my laundry room is full… of clean clothes. In a pile.
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Hmm. Yeah You have me beat there, James. I do a version of that…things that can’t go in the dryer (because I’m a girl and everything we wear is high maintenance…) get slung over whatever’s available. So there are frequently pants, shirts, whatever, and they’re over the backs of chairs, the tops of doors..
…and they wind up wrinkled anyway.
Yup, we often have piles of clean laundry because no one in the house wants to fold it. If folded we will put it away, but folding sucks. And absolutely no one sorts the socks. We have a sock basket we keep near the washer and dryer. If you need a pair of socks, dig through there and find them yourself. When we do sort the socks, we still leaved the paired ones in the basket - if we put them in the drawers no one would no where to look.
I don’t mind jingling or clanging. I HATE it went people get out of my car and SLLLAAAAMMMM THE DOOR! Just push it closed. No reason to put your back into it. Someday my car door glass is going to shatter. Hmph.
But Michael… slamming the doors knocks the snow off so I don’t have to brush the car down…
@ Susan - Go looow maintenance, girl. Low. Don’t you women have hot sweatpants these days?
Snow? What is this “snow” you speak of? I live in the South. No snow here. Heck, it was t-shirt weather most of today!
@James: Well, we do, but you know what? They’re made like crap. One wash and they shrink so much I look like I’m prepping for a flood.
@Michael: Dude, love the sock basket idea.
[…] this group, Susan (who does 18 loads of laundry but never puts any of it away) and James (who wants to mount a […]
@ Susan - Hm. Yes. There’s something to be said for quality of clothing these days. And those who would capitalize on the opportunity by charging $80 for a pair of well-made sweatpants. I mean, they’re sweatpants, for goodness sake. (Never mind that I paid $25 for a baseball cap the other day…)
@ Michael - Define t-shirt weather. We’re walking around in those when the thermometer hits 41F. After -30F and lower, that’s balmy weather.
Susan - Sock baskets rule! And every once in a while find really wired stuff in there, like odd gloves or Christmas socks you thought you lost a year ago.
James - t-shirts at 41?! No way. It was about 60F here yesterday. Supposed to be high 60s or maybe even 70 this weekend.
Where should I send the power washer for your sink and the fake plant? And I can totally relate to the sink thing.
@James: Would it be even sadder to admit that when I attempt the fake plant thing, my cats chew on those, too?
Haha… Similar to your laundry thing, I don’t mind doing the dishes at all… unless I have to put them away! I will do the dishes, and they’ll stay on the drying rack… forever. Which means I can’t do dishes until someone puts them away.
Good thing it’s just two people living here, and we have lots of dishes… but still, gross!
“I HATE it went people get out of my car and SLLLAAAAMMMM THE DOOR! Just push it closed.”
I always try to just push it closed, because I’m clumsy and I think I’m going to break everything… My dad always got mad at me because I don’t slam the door, and everyone today thinks it’s weird I don’t slam the door…
Oh My Dog are we all a bit weird.
Aside from a few inconsistencies in your neuroses, you are basically my wife. Congrats, I shall now pat you on the head and sneak around behind your back secretly doing all the things that make your phobic gland flare up.
Shhhh, that’s why it’s “secretly”.