once again, I encourage others who may or may not suffer from obsessive addictive behavior including the urge to dither on and the inability to avoid meaningless discussion - even when it means that one is unable to get the laundry done in a timely way.
Laundry! ahh! now that's a topic I can really dither on about! I've just about come to the end of my obsession with socks - I think.
How about you? any others out there who need very little encouragement to dither on? well here's a little encouragement peeps! (peeps? do you like being called a peep?)
I'm sure she is. she looks a little tired - but some people really go for that. How about the shoes? I've been noticing shoes a lot lately, the heels thing and this month's Vanity Fair has great story about Loubotin, the shoe designer who makes those 10 inch stilettos that sell for thousands. I love reading about meaningless excess and society people whose lives revolve around shoes and socks and they don't even see the ridiculousness of it!
until they get out of shape and old, and divorced! but of course, by then the kids are sleeping in their own apartments - gosh - went down that dreary path didn't I - cheer up, I will! now I have time to do all the felting I want!
I must say, I'm a seasoned professional. Plus, I even have an actual diagnosis!!! Isn't that grand?! Wow, I'm so excited to know there are many others in Hubville who share the same gift.
Our motto: We have a right to our obsessions and hold the virtue of a special gift in order to spread the word to others who possess the same quality.
Now, while I obsess and fight the urge to pig out on the last piece of carrot cake, I put off the fact that I have a mound of laundry whites piled on my dresser waiting to be sorted in order to sit at my keyboard and induldge in the quest of spreading this behavior to my fellow Hubbers.
i have this weird thing where i can't put a hat on a bed or a pair of shoes directly outside the door to a bedroom. my dad said that was bad luck, so even though i don't believe in that, if i wear a hat i never toss it on the bed and never leave my shoes outside the bedroom door. isn't that silly? p.s. i suspect he encountered some 'bad luck' when he was having an affair and left his shoes outside the bedroom door, maybe. i believe we make our own bad (and good) luck.
p.p.s. i just bought a dozen socks yesterday Mega. little soft white ones. i love those
little white socks - adorable - my ninth grade english teacher wore them with short healed brown pumps. she was adorable.
I think the thing about shoes outside the door is because in hotels sometimes people steal the shoes that were left to be cleaned and polished! and you should never throw your hat down anywhere since someone may come lie, sit or step on it! you must always hang it carefully on the hat rack or the post of the bed or the post of a chair or something like that. You could put it on a closet shelf, but that would be presumptious of you if you're just visiting there. some people in movies have maids who come and take the hats - and bring them back when the guest is leaving - but who knows where they throw them while they have them! Now I'm thinking a hub about a maid who takes people's hats and wears them around while the guest sits oblivious in the living room - or something about hats anyway.
Just read about your ridiculous beliefs, I think you know what I'm saying - if I consciously decide to dither, then it will not control me. That definitely qualifies as a ridiculous belief, yes? and now I am following you - please don't run away like the others did! I will try not to be too ridiculous about the dithering.
me too. - and you know, everytime I clean the lint trap I think of an old friend of mine who used to save the lint and made a delightful little felt vest out of it for her 2 year old! I always think I will do something like that with the dryer lint, but I would probably just save it in a plastic bag and then move the plastic bag of lint into storage when I run out of space for it! I am barely exaggerating.
yep - felting is a big deal, you take perfectly wonderful beautifully colored expensive wool yarn, make a sweater about 3 sizes to large and then shrink it - presto! felt sweater!
or you make a wool shopping bag size bag and wash it several times in hot water and you have a cute little purse! I can't bring myself to do this, since the days when I regularly shrank my beautiful wool sweaters that got into the laundry basket by mistake!
oh- corrrh - I am staying on topic in a weird kind of way! A red letter day!
YES! poignant! see, it starts with a discussion in another thread about socks and before you know it I've made a whole other thread only to become soppy and sentimental and it just feels so, so, poignant! poignant and old. sigh
I believe when packing up the house, it may be a good idea to pack up the computer first - otherwise if you're like me you will dither until on moving day you are just jamming things into black plastic garbage bags with hastily scribbled tags!
its just an idea - one of those things I tell myself SHOULD happen but won't so that I will have a gnawing feeling of guilt and not know quite why that is - like that. Never expect anyone to act on my ocd suggestions, but occasionally they do, and when it turns out good I get a new follower sometimes. (made that all up)
Hi Donotfear! yes, I know its contagious - the devil made me do it! I cannot just dither on alone - I must have company - or as my therapist would say "enablers" people (or sock puppets, I can't be choosey) who will feed my passion for saying, not doing, or if doing, doing it til the cows come home!
also, the cows all ran away, long ago because of my affliction they were either over-milked or stood mooing at the moon in pain!
Mr. Rogers was ocd! really! remember the shoes changing ritual? he influenced a whole new generation of ocd ers! And he did! he made kids do all sorts of stuff! sometimes in reaction to his goodness kids would just act out like banshees! I had three of them!
this sorta is my group therapy - for various reasons - but don't tell anybody!
my mother used to encourage my ocd (long before I knew it was an actual affliction) she used to tell me on Saturday morning, about 8:30 am - right after breakfast "you only have to clean your bathroom today, I'll do the rest! then you can go riding with your friends!" so I would dutifully start scrubbing the tub, joyful that I would soon be riding out in the meadows - 7 hours later after I'd finished all the weekly house cleaning chores plus the kitchen and dining room windows and was starting to wash down the patio I would sort of wake up and start to cry because it was getting dark and there would be no riding for me, once again. Ahh, the devil WAS my mother!
sneakorocksolid wrote: Adultery is adultery. Any sex outside of marraige, to include utility sex inside a marraige, should be considered a sin. If this sex leads to abandoning you partner it should be grounds for breach of manners and the violator should be branded with the letter "A", for ---hole, in the middle of their forehead.
cuz I couldn't remember who first mentioned "utility sex" I don't have a firm grasp on the concept, myself. but I think the sound of it is hysterical! and the images it calls to mind!
its just that I never got any utility sex and now am afraid it will never happen . . . I'm not saying its bad, I'm saying I cannot report on it having never had it! I have had the desperate kind tho - is that anything like it?
since it was sneaker who suggested it I would not be surprised if there were power screwdrivers and battery sanders involved! which is what they mean when they say "power to the people" - - in the laundry room. U can just imagine what goes on in the mud room!
as soon as I can tear myself away from this meaningless thread I will write the definitive hub - I may need your help, since I admit I haven't ever gotten any myself. If there were ANY KIND of take out sex I would be going out for it three times a day or so. and I know there are some who might deliver - but it wouldn't really be utility sex - utility sex is just this side of the boring things that happen when you're asleep and your partner isn't - right?
I find, when my cats start talking to me and threatening to reveal my secrets, that threatening them with the water bottle works wonders. They hate the terrible hiss it makes and the awful feeling of being spritzed with water...you know, not really getting wet, but getting kind of...well misted. They hate that. When I tell them I'm going to do that, they shut up.
thats sadistic. all you have to do with most cats is look them in the eye and think very directly to them . . . sometimes animals are just confused by our outloud talking. They also have a lot of fun with people who try miaows or barks or such, they love it when you purr back. they will act as grown up as you treat them - just like kids. honestly. not lieing
see what happens when I try making the discussion more meaningful? people think I'm too serious. but I have friends who really do use those water bottles and their pets keep thinking up other crazy stuff to do because using the water bottles is what they consider really aberrant behavior. they get frustrated by all the petting and loving and then getting sprayed, just cuz they did something they thought was funny. All you have to do is tell them it wasn't funny, it was destructive, but you appreciate their attempt to cheer you up.
Nahh..I know where you're coming from. I talk to my kitties all the time, both in their language and mine. They understand more than most people give them credit for. I agree with you...I was just kind of tripping on the crazy possibility that one might open it's mouth and start speaking English...LOL
me neither, although I do a lot of pretending that I am a bigtime dominitrix complete with the stretchy rubbery black cat-suit and a whole collection of whips, chains and swords and stuff and I get them out and whoop it up. So if I did have a cat, which I don't actually have one of my own, she/he would have a lot to talk about! However, cyberly speaking, all our pets would have so much to tell it isn't even funny. well, no, yes, it is funny. very funny! tee hee
I suppose I should go and do some proper writing but I have a hankering for procrastination. Deadlines are looming and I have time to kill and a desire to see how inventive my illusions can become. So where was I? Peanut butter and olive oil? MMMM.. jam and coarse ground flour
I just put olive oil on the shopping list even though I still have one unused quart and part of another one. Never can have too much of that! sorry about your thigh. Here, let me just spread some butter on, old home remedy. maybe also a little of this home made blackberry jam. mmmmmmm. . . there! doesn't that feel better? oops, spilled some jam over there. can't find that pesky sponge - oh well, I'll just . . . mmmmmm! it sure was a good year for blackberries! ! !
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