You know them… the things you wish you could stop doing… the things that annoy even you right at the moment that you’re doing them… or the things that, well, they happen so often and are so common, that you now do them completely unnoticed until someone points it out…
They’re your best friend and worst enemy all at the same time….
They’re your quirks.
And yes, I have my share of them… actually, to be quite honest, I have my share, and your share, and your best friend’s share, and… well, you get it… I have a lot of them.
Working with poultry… I will wash my hands, any surface, utensil, pot, or pan that comes within five feet of that poultry no less than 100 times (yes, feel free to come for dinner and count) during the course of preparation and cooking. *sigh*
Another kitchen quirk:
RE-JARRING…. *insert horror movie level scream*… I CANNOT re-jar…
Let me explain:
Take pickles out of jar… put them on a fancy plate on the table for a meal. If that shit doesn’t make it off the plate, it goes in the garbage, not back in the jar.
Measure out ingredients for something… if you measure too much… too damn bad… that shit goes in the garbage… not back in the original container….
A plate of any kind of food on the table… if it doesn’t come with a serving fork, the chances of me even having a second helping are non-existent… AND at the end of the meal, anything not finished, that’s right folks… garbage.
I cannot bring myself to re-jar. It literally shorts out something in my brain.
I polish the taps after every time I use them. I don’t care how sparkly they are… polish.
The list… yes it goes on and on and on and on… and some of them are down right embarrassing… Some of them bring me to tears… And some of them make me laugh so hard it hurts…
Do I wish I didn’t have them? Sure… sometimes…
Do I wish I could get rid of them… Well, sort of… but at the same time, they’re comfortable… they’re very comfortable for me… They’re a way to control parts of my environment and make me feel safe and secure and… like things are okay in the world…
And without that sense of security and ‘okay’… well, things can get pretty haywire if they want to….
So I accept my quirks for what they are… a way for me to keep things ‘normal’ in an abnormal world… a way for me to maintain order and control and a sense of security….
I laugh at the ones I can…
I shrug off the ones I can’t laugh at….
And I keep on polishing those taps.