So I have a friend. A friend like we all do. One that does …. odd … things, but things that amuse us, nonetheless.
For instance, this friend hates to do dishes. Now most of us hate to do dishes, but my friend takes this to a new level. Like letting the dishes build up and build up. To the point that there are now dishes out on the porch of her house. In Buckets. And also, she would rather write a symphony blindfolded than do dishes at her house. So they sit, undone, for months.
You would think this is quirky. Or just eccentric.
I don’t find it quirky at all, until I notice that she will do dishes at my house. Or after she throws a party. THAT’s when I wonder what her rules are, particularly that make up the game of the dishes avoidance at her house? As her friend, I immediately look for the quick fix and I come up with this: Just use paper plates and cups and etc…that answer would solve the entire problem…
It never occurred to her. Not once. It doesn’t make sense to me, and yet….I am entertained.
I have another friend that will do anything it takes to avoid brushing his teeth. Seriously. He is an adult, but this friend will use all the trickery in the dental world to keep his teeth from coming into contact with a bristled, hard, instrument. This man uses tongue scrapers for his breath, floss for the flotsom and jetsom that might stick to his gums, and mouthwash to kill the germs. He carries gum and mints with him . He will constantly ask, “How’s my breath?” He definitely does not want gum disease or gingivitis, and yet he will not pick up a toothbrush.
But the avoidance is only confined to his own home.
Again, and as his friend, I immediately look for the quick fix and come up with this: Just brush your teeth with friend/family/loved one time in the car, and brush away! Use those wisps and portable toothbrush/tooth picks that come in an 8 pack at Albertsons. Spendy? sure, maybe, but so is getting your teeth pulled, and honestly it would make the drive to work more entertaining.
Once more, ..It’s amusing to me. 🙂
Just what is it that makes their behave like a toddler being fed bad-tasting medicine? Practically Swinging their heads wildly around, in any direction, to avoid the pink, icky stuff on a spoon, whether it be antibiotics, a toothbrush, or some dishes? What is it that lets them go against the rules of society?
Well number one, I wholeheartedly side with a toddler’s behavior. No one wants that pink, creamy stuff in their mouth, but toddlers are just obvious about it. They are real about it. They don’t really know or care that it makes their body better, right? They simply know that at the business end of a spoon lies a messy, stinky and all around nasty liquid that is being fed to them by someone they love. And they think, “What the? What did I do to you to get this punishment, eh?” So they refuse to take it, based on what they are experiencing right then.
(as adults, we probably should try putting ourselves in our toddlers shoes for a minute about that, and take a dose of it as we try to get them to do the same thing. I am banking we would make those same squinched up faces, ourselves. Just thinking of it, I’m making that face now…)
So I have these friends, and they sound … odd, at least, but when I think about them, it’s because I am entertained by their behavior. And then I realize that I have my own ….THING. The thing that I avoid at all costs because of some negative memory, or bad mojo associated with it. And then I think, I, and my friends, we can’t be the only ones that live perfectly normal lives, except for 1 odd thing. So I start watching and I notice that we are not alone in seeming to have some habit that society asks that we take part in, and yet it seems just too much to do.
And maybe this is where superstitions came around. Maybe people who said things like, “don’t step on a crack, or you’ll break your mothers back” just had the heebee jeebies about stepping on the lines in a sidewalk and didn’t want to look dumb. Suppose the guy that made up all the superstition that a black cat meaning bad luck…. what if he simply hated cat hair touching him or his things, and so he went out of his way to keep that stuff out of his space? What a great way to explain his aversion to hair on his clothes and sofas.
I would say that we all could make up a superstition to explain away our oddness. If I were to make up a suprstition, it would look something like this: Don’t pick up that clutter, or your back will turn to butter. Or Lounging in a hot tub instead of doing bills will bring good luck. …. Naw. My most fervent superstition that I would make up would be: COOKING CAUSE YOU NEED TO STUNTS YOUR GROWTH.
I hope those stick.
Because it would go a long way to explain why I Don’t Cook. I go to great lengths to avoid cooking. I have been known to kick my heels against the floor when dinner time comes. I have also been known to stare at the contents of the fridge, the cupboards, and the freezer with a completely blank look on my face.
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I will pare, chop, peel, boil, put together, open cans, spread, and open boxes, though. These things are pushing it, and they will be something I am proud of at the end. Something homemade, to my way of thinking. But I Do Not Cook. I have ordered food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner before. I have gotten a job just to pay for eating away from the kitchen before. I have hidden pots and pans in the backyard, just so my husband could see that there were not the pots available to make a meal and we would, indeed, need to order pizza.
Does it make sense? Nope. Is there a simple solution? Other than cooking, I mean? I don’t see it, but then again, that seems to be a perspective that my friends should be taking. As for my friends, I watch and chuckle a bit. And I realize that they are most likely chuckling now about something that I avoid. And I am glad I am amusing to them. :0)