I have to explain something. I closed comments on this post and said what I said about comments because that’s the way I was feeling at the time. Now? I don’t know exactly how I’m feeling about it but it’s getting lonely around here and I’m afraid I might have scared people away. So, this morning, I’m going to try something a little more normal and hopefully it will be at least slightly entertaining.
I decided that instead of buying liquid hand soap, which only comes in very small bottles, I would start buying “shower gel” to use for hand soap. That which will clean my butt should work okay for my hands too, right? Trouble is, very few shower gels come in pump bottles. One that does is Neutrogena Rain Bath. And it’s supposed to be good for your skin and I thought that would be a good thing for hands too so I bought it.
Big problem: the stuff smells absolutely fricking horrible! The description on the bottle says it smells like a “fragrant blend of spices, fruits and herbs.” Really? That’s what they think it smells like? I suggest they sniff it again, after they stop sniffing that other stuff that they’ve obviously been sniffing. What it really smells like is a blend of hospital disinfectant and the cheapest, stinkiest men’s cologne you can imagine. And it’s a big bottle that’s going to last a long time. That was the whole idea, remember – get a bigger bottle so it would last longer.
Lately the only thing fit to watch on any of the 200 TV channels we get is The Big Bang Theory. Fortunately, several channels have Big Bang Theory reruns every night and I’ve been catching up on all the seasons I missed. I’ve started wondering about something: How crazy do you have to be before people start putting up with your craziness because you “can’t help it” and how much of Sheldon’s kind of craziness comes from being indulged from childhood on? Sheldon has to have everything just right. He can’t sit anywhere but “his spot”; his tea has to be exactly the right temperature; on Thursday nights he can’t eat anything but pizza because it’s Pizza Night; and when he eats Chinese food it has to come from one particular restaurant.
I’m that way about some things. I can’t stand it when the coffee table gets bumped or pushed aside so that it’s not properly centered and lined up with the sofa. I hate when things are put away in the wrong place. And I especially hate when people misuse apostrophes or misspell or misuse common words like “they’re, there” and “their”, or when people mispronounce words. It makes me crazy but I was taught that it is rude to bother people about such things so I (usually) quietly put up with things being not right. And I have mostly gotten used to almost everything in the world being askew. But I wonder… if I had been indulged as a child would I be like Sheldon? (Only not as smart as he is obviously)
Oh, I always had a messy room when I was a kid and my house is always pretty messy now. I’ve never been a neat-nik, highly organized kind of person. It’s just that I want certain things to be right. But I guess I’ve never been crazy enough to make everyone pay attention to me and my little quirks. And that seems unfair somehow. Why do you have to be crazy and annoying to have things the way you want? If everyone would just ignore the rude and crazy people and reward the polite people by paying attention to them and their needs wouldn’t that encourage people to be polite and wouldn’t the world be a better place?
So far the weather has been very nice this winter. After the year we had last year I was thinking that 2012 has to be better. In fact, I’ve sort of been counting on it. We need and deserve a quiet, peaceful year. But Mother Nature never cares what we need and deserve. Maybe it’s just my change of mood for other reasons, but now I’m wondering if maybe 2011 was just a prelude. But it has been pleasant so far. Dry, temps above normal and it’s been a couple of months since the last earthquake so maybe it does get better from here. I have to keep thinking that.