And in my case that would mean I was a bowl of sliced fresh fruit. Fruit that our birds are not interested in despite their interest in the dried variety of the same. I find it odd. They don't seem to want anything that is not dried out and bland. I hate that they are so picky, and really wish that instead of squawking for water, they would try the fresh stuff because not only does it give them food, but water as well. On the plus side with them, they have a new water dispenser, and thankfully this one does not leave piles of water all over the floor. The downside is that they drink like fish, and the water needs to be filled every morning. Another thing is that they are picky about their water. Heaven forbid the water does not have their vitamins. They screech so loud in protest! Which brings me to the reason of my post. High maintenance. I think I might be.
I never really though about it before, but I really do think that I am. I don't think I am horrible about it though like the typical high maintenance person, but there is a lot of stuff that has to go right in order to make me a human. For one, I have special dietary needs. I tend to have a certain organization about what I can eat, and what I cannot. I shy away from anything new, for fear I will hate it, or find out what is in it and avoid it for my health. I wish at times that at least with food I could be less high maintenance, but it seems like I simply do not have it in me. I want to eat healthy, so I tend to pick around things that aren't and eat only the good stuff, like this bowl of fruit I had this morning for breakfast, which killed my high maintenance morning, but made me feel very satisfied with my choice.
I keep evaluating other things in my life, and am finding that my choices really are getting ridiculous. Like my obsession with needing at least two footwear choices at the front door at all times. (right now it is one black, and one blue/green so that my outfit will always be complimented by my footwear.) And let's not even mention that I walk around barefoot most of the time anyway, so this really should not be an issue at all. My issues come into play in just about everything I do. (I refuse to do anything before brushing my teeth in the morning so my day starts with regime) They quite possibly are getting in the way of my having a normal life. I don't know how other people live, but I know that Nick's entire family, and mine for that matter, can get up and do things in the morning without taking a shower. In fact, I know a lot of people who don't mind lounging around in the pajamas for half a day, but for some reason, anymore than ten minutes and I start to feel creepy, even if I took a shower the night before.
It's these little things (things oddly similar to Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) that make my day "normal" for me. I mean honestly, the only reason I can sleep at all this week is because I know that I have picked out all of my clothes (and packed Nick's) ahead of time, and laid them into perfect rows in the closet. I know what I am wearing tomorrow, and the next day, and even on Friday. Without the dryer working however I am starting to freak because what on earth am I going to do if I can't wash my clothes? I refuse to pack dirty clothes for a week long trip. Can you imagine how bad my suitcase will smell if I pack dirty clothes in it and it travels 6 hours in a hot car? I need to let go, and stop being so controlling over every little detail. And on that note, I am off to find something I can spray on my luggage when I get to NY, in order to take the smell of musty clothes out of my luggage. Any suggestions?
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