Just because I'm the type who likes to share (Nooooo??? Really????), I thought I'd let you guys in on yet another tidbit about me that even my husband doesn't know. Although, I suspect that he won't be very surprised to find out because in general he thinks I'm pretty weird.
In my head, I give life to inanimate objects (I think the literary term for this is anthropomorphism (kudos to Mrs. Warner, my 9th grade English teacher for my remembering that one). Yes, I tend to think that various things have feelings. Such as, if I accidentally miss seeing one of Bryony's toys while I'm putting them in her toybox, I'll feel guilty that that one toy is "left out" and doesn't get to join his gang of fellow toys in the box. Same thing goes if I'm washing dishes and find that I've forgotten to wash an errant spoon or fork. In my mind, I hear the other utensils, washed and air-drying away in the utensil cup of the drying rack, calling out to said spoon, "We're waiting for you! We haven't forgotten you!" Meanwhile, spoon is sobbing loudly to be separated from his utensil family, so I hurriedly wash him and allow him to re-join them. Yes, I know, it's weird.
This is totally an aside, but I also have trouble cropping pictures of people if it means cutting off their body parts. Even though I KNOW it's just a picture, the idea of slicing away at arms and legs and torsos is just too weird and makes me squeamish. Especially pix of my little girl. Just can't do it.
Want one more? Sure, why not? Let's make it a triple dose of weird Lauren just for fun. I have a version of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder where I need both sides of my body to feel "even". This description is a perfect case-in-point:
"A need for both sides of the body to feel even. A person with OCD might walk down a sidewalk and step on a crack with the ball of their left foot, then feel the need to step on another crack with the ball of their right foot. Also, if one hand gets wet, the sufferer may feel very uncomfortable if the other is not."
The stepping on a crack example is a situation that has followed me pretty much my entire life. If I step on a crack or a pebble or a stick or whatever, I will need to step on either the very same object or something similar with my other foot to experience the same sensation and feel balanced. I often do it without even thinking because the need to feel "even" is so normal to me.
Hey, don't be too quick to laugh at me; I'll bet there are some pretty weird things about you, too.
2 comments:
All the more reason why I love ya, girl.
Oh my goodness, my mom totally anthropomorphized everything too and I thought it was so weird! Maybe this is a real "thing"??? Or maybe it just means you're nicer than most people, bothering to care about the feelings of inanimate objects!
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