a former beau pointed out the irony of never tightening the lids on anything remotely liquid in the fridge; thus, spilling on everyone other than me, yet every single morning, I make the bed immediately upon alarm (as if I can’t start my day until the bed resembles the Westin Heavenly). Poor man couldn’t even go to the restroom too early in the morning, or I might make him out of bed.
the concept made me aware of how else I live these two opposing forces in my day…..
- Shopping to get ready for vacation
- Asking where the ambulance will be parked for my second polar bear plunge
- Taking a shower to shave my legs BEFORE going to the gym
- Going to bed early only to wake-up, read a book and take out the dog in the middle of the night, then need my missed sleep and skip the early bird yoga class
- Pulling the car to the side of the road to return a text
- As long as my winter coat covers me for warmth, it is acceptable to wear my night-clothes outside to walk the dog.
- Multitasking butt crunches while blow-drying my hair
- Rarely matching in gym clothes (sure, a neon orange tank goes with a turquoise sports bra) but ensuring they are properly fitted to the activity, meaning cycling, yoga, sitting at Barnes and Noble.
- Speaking of B&N, reading every book in the “hot sellers for teens” before my daughter. And not because I am over-protective, because I genuinely enjoy. I simply justify as my pre-movie screening of that which is to come. (For the record, I’m one of those wacked-out, two-three book a week readers, so I do get my fill of the adult section as well. NOTE: adult not “Adult”.)
- Needing a nap after all cycling excursions.
- Diligently conditioning my hair one-two times per week, only to realize that I was using a conditioning shampoo, not conditioner at all
- Sticky notes, sticky notes, sticky notes…..but the note isn’t legit unless written with a Sharpie.
- Driving to the coffee shop for the atmosphere and literary vibe but ordering a soft drink.
I suspect we all have a little bit of this same irony in our daily lives. Perhaps my own candid ‘OCD meets flaky’ will encourage you to observe your own.