We're a strange lot, aren't we? Human beings, I mean. Why do we do some of the things that we do?
We feel the need to share unpleasant smells. Let's say I'm making chicken for dinner. If I open the package and it smells bad, you can be pretty sure I'm going to ask my husband for his opinion. "Honey, the chicken smells rancid, can you come here and give it a whiff?" I have no idea why I do that, I have a perfectly reliable sense of smell. But I'll bet you do it, too.
We feel the need to share unpleasant foods/drinks. Let's say I've poured myself a glass of milk. If I take a drink and it tastes bad, you can be pretty sure I'm going to ask my husband to try it, too. "Honey, I think the milk is spoiled. Here, take a drink and tell me if it tastes funny to you." I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you do it, too.
We confirm that something hurts, repeatedly. Let's say I wake up with a stiff neck and every time I turn my head to the left it hurts. I know this, and yet I'll turn my head to the left at least once or twice an hour to confirm that it's still painful. If there is someone around to demonstrate this to, I will. "See, it hurts every time I turn my head like this." I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you do it, too.
We get verbal with inanimate objects. Let's say I'm writing my blog when my computer screen freezes. You think I'm just going to sit there and wait patiently? Not likely! I may start with gentle cajoling, but it will likely escalate to me slinging blatant insults at the screen. "You stupid piece of #%$, why can't you work the way you're supposed to!!" I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you do it, too.
We offer disclaimers before we do something we shouldn't do. Let's say I'm making toast when a piece of bread gets stuck in the toaster. I know I should unplug it before rooting around in the slot with a fork, but maybe I'm lazy that day. I stick the fork into the toaster while saying "I know I shouldn't do this, but.." I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you do it, too.
I can't explain any of it, but it's definitely curious behavior. I wonder about it a lot. I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you....no, it's probably just me.
Willoughby
We feel the need to share unpleasant smells. Let's say I'm making chicken for dinner. If I open the package and it smells bad, you can be pretty sure I'm going to ask my husband for his opinion. "Honey, the chicken smells rancid, can you come here and give it a whiff?" I have no idea why I do that, I have a perfectly reliable sense of smell. But I'll bet you do it, too.
We feel the need to share unpleasant foods/drinks. Let's say I've poured myself a glass of milk. If I take a drink and it tastes bad, you can be pretty sure I'm going to ask my husband to try it, too. "Honey, I think the milk is spoiled. Here, take a drink and tell me if it tastes funny to you." I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you do it, too.
We confirm that something hurts, repeatedly. Let's say I wake up with a stiff neck and every time I turn my head to the left it hurts. I know this, and yet I'll turn my head to the left at least once or twice an hour to confirm that it's still painful. If there is someone around to demonstrate this to, I will. "See, it hurts every time I turn my head like this." I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you do it, too.
We get verbal with inanimate objects. Let's say I'm writing my blog when my computer screen freezes. You think I'm just going to sit there and wait patiently? Not likely! I may start with gentle cajoling, but it will likely escalate to me slinging blatant insults at the screen. "You stupid piece of #%$, why can't you work the way you're supposed to!!" I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you do it, too.
We offer disclaimers before we do something we shouldn't do. Let's say I'm making toast when a piece of bread gets stuck in the toaster. I know I should unplug it before rooting around in the slot with a fork, but maybe I'm lazy that day. I stick the fork into the toaster while saying "I know I shouldn't do this, but.." I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you do it, too.
I can't explain any of it, but it's definitely curious behavior. I wonder about it a lot. I have no idea why I do that, but I'll bet you....no, it's probably just me.
Willoughby
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I often find myself actually talking out loud at my computer when it isn't acting right. Or I get into the car and back up before checking to see if something or a child is behind me. Heaven forbid I run over a pet or a child, but yep, I take the lazy route and get right into the car and put her into reverse.
Ever.
No matter what.
Ummm...
OK.
Busted. Do 'em and lie about it. That's my motto.
PS. Time article was on boomers being at high-risk for STD's because they take the most risks with ummm.... casual s-x. The demographic group most unlikely to use condoms. That's where that post came from!
Yea, I'm crazy. I already wrote my Monday and Wednesday posts this week and, yea, it's an 'out there' kinda posting week.
Thanks for stopping by.
It would be neat if you'd link your e-mail addy to your google profile. I always want to e-mail you back. Your comments are so thoughtful.
I'm usually the one who people want to smell/taste rotten things to which I reply...NO THANKS!!!
I do verbally abuse my computer on a pretty regular basis. Also anything that happens to be unhandy when I need it to be handy. It definitely becomes the fault of the object...not my fault at all.
I've done all those as well :) Great stuff as always.