A look into the oddities my brain cooks up. What does Twist-free Knickers mean? Exactly what it says. It takes a lot to get my knickers in a twist. I'm the perfect person to have along in case of a disaster - had I been Kate Winslet on the Titanic - Leo wouldn't have died.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I blame my OCD on John-Boy
I have a personal quirk - a curiosity if you will.
I have a ritual when I iron something.
Once my ironed item is freshly pressed, I reach down and unplug the iron saying out in a clear voice (to no one) "I HAVE UNPLUGGED THE IRON". Why do I do this? Because a secret fear of mine is to leave the house with the iron plugged in, and then the house burns down due to the iron overheating.
"Why don't you get an iron with an automatic shut off Missy?" you ask? I do have an iron with an automatic shut off, but WHAT IF IT FAILS? Then the house still burns down. By saying it out loud to myself, I don't have to question myself on my way to work "did I turn off the iron? I turned off the iron right? I don't remember turning off the iron..." over and over. I would drive myself mad and would have to return home to make sure it's turned off.
Why this crazy fascination with the house burning down? Because when I was around 8 years old, I remember the episode of the The Walton's where the house burned down because either
1) Grandpa left the electric heater on by the tub
2) Pa forgot to manage the embers the pot belly stove in the kitchen or
3) John-Boy snuck one of Pa's cigars and didn't put it out properly.
Seeing the horrors of the fire on the poor Walton family shook me to my very soul. As a result of watching that show, I started my own personal watch over my family household, getting up in the middle of the night every night to do "the rounds" checking each room to make sure that there were no items in each room that were in potentially combustible situations.
My parents put up with this wacko behavior for a while, but finally my mom said - "Knock it off, or else I'm sending you to a psychiatrist". I stopped doing my psycho rounds and melded back into a fairly normal child. Every once in a while, my Walton's inspired fear of household fire will crop up - usually in the form of iron management.
I decided to roll with my quirk - it could be worse, I could be on crystal meth or something...
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2 comments:
Time spent with the Waltons was always a bit suspect. Unfortunately, your's is a bitter harvest.
Best wishes on all twelve steps.
BB
That's not a quirk Missy. That's you doing some good math.
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