Some days I find myself wondering about all sorts of different things - things that aren't necessarily important or even relevant to my life at that moment, but still make me go "Hmmm!" So today, I am going to share some of these things with you all. Aren't you thrilled? (Please, pretend to be thrilled. )
I cannot tell you how many times since we've moved to South Carolina that I have watched people slow down at a green light - or even stop - only to then cruise through the red light, usually with several other cars following them. Is this just a SC thing, or a southern thing, or what? I've seen plenty of people run red lights or stop signs before, but I've never seen so many people slow down or stop for green lights. Surely this whole part of the country doesn't suffer from red/green color blindness.
We have four dogs, and despite the fact that they are all different ages, sizes, and breeds, they're all black. We didn't plan to have all black dogs, but that's what happened. I want to get an Irish Setter just to shake things up. Jon says no.
I'm not an organized person at all. I misplace things constantly and our house is in a constant state of cluttered chaos. Yet for some reason, I am completely fascinated with magazines and books that deal with organization, getting rid of clutter and so forth. I buy them, read them, exclaim over the clever ideas.....and leave them in the corner. There's something wrong with that.
Along the same lines, I have dozens - dozens - of knitting books and magazines. To date, I have completed exactly two (2) projects from any of them. The other day I bought another magazine. The logic behind this purchase? Nada. Zip, zilch, zero. I saw, I liked, I bought, the end. Why do I keep doing this? It's as if some little voice in the back of my mind is whispering "If you buy enough books/magazines, you WILL eventually knit something from them!" Like the sheer volume of available patterns will overwhelm me and I'll become a knitting machine. Yeah, I see that happening.
(A side note - it is considerably harder to type with one of the small black dogs on my lap. Warm, though.)
I am always looking for another purse or pair of shoes. It's a sickness. The sad thing is, I don't really like carrying a purse, and a lot of the shoes I like are things I could/would never wear. They're too high, too pointy, too whatever. Yet I still look - wistfully, longingly, stupidly. I got a purse for Christmas that is super cute, but I still put my keys and cell phone in my pocket when I go out.
These are some of the things that I wonder about from time to time. I'm beginning to realize that I am a bundle of contradictions, and that's just how it is. I guess as long as I recognize and acknowledge my oddities, and can function around them, it's okay. Right?