Making a bed seems like an ordinary feat. Why is it surprising? Those who have visited my home are not asking that question. It's surprising because the need for order does not often kick in. The shelf that holds my plastic leftovers containers is usually in disarray (unless my genuinely orderly husband has gotten to it). If you open other cabinets, such as the linen closet or the bowls/muffin tins/pots and pans cabinet, something just might fall out.
To me, the everyday-bed-maker is one whose kitchen floors are always swept and clean clothes are always put away (as opposed to stacked on the dresser, or heaped on the guest bed, waiting to be folded).
I promised other surprising facts as well, so here goes:
- I have no qualms about using public restrooms. None at all. I'm not sure that I've ever met someone less concerned about it. It's a bathroom. The backs of my legs are touching the seat. Germs do not enter via the backs of my legs. And that brings me to a rant I have. If you are so germaphobic as to squat when you go in a public restroom, remember the mantra that we are all trying to teach our little boys: "If you sprinkle when you tinkle, please be neat and wipe the seat."
One time I was in line, and so I was entering the stall as a woman was leaving it. "It doesn't seem to be flushing," she said. "Did you try to do it manually?" I asked, which is what I would do if the automatic sensor didn't kick in. She sort of looked at my like I was crazy, and then did what all good germaphobes do -- she used her foot to flush. I mean, seriously, she would rather NOT flush and leave her pee out there for all the world to enjoy? Just because she won't touch the flusher??
- I love vegetarian food. Again, this is surprising because I'm not a health nut. I also love pepperoni pizza and a good cheeseburger (or a bad McDonald's cheeseburger for that matter). But if I'm at a restaurant, I frequently select the vegetarian option. It's delicious.
- I don't have a smartphone. I'm sure that many of you reading this can pipe in "me, too!" It's not that surprising or unusual, but it's becoming increasingly more so. What might be genuinely shocking is my admission that I have a very very simple and old Nokia 1100 phone. I didn't even have a phone at all until the 21st century when I was over 30 years old.
- Along the luddite lines, I still use an address book. I'm sure that there are much more efficient ways to catalog all your addresses and phone numbers, but I go to the trusty address book I've been using since college. If I'm writing down someone's phone number, perhaps if we are meeting for a playdate, I usually put it in my calendar (also a real live spiral notebook, the indispensable BusyBodyBook). Because I think, "Do I really need this acquaintance's phone number saved in my cell phone forever?"
What was my most surprising admission? What is it about you that wildly diverges from "normal" behavior, or from what your friends expect of you?