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One of Those Things You Probably Didn't Need to Know About Me

We're interesting creatures. My husband once yelled at me for not taking out the overflowing garbage can, "You're the stupidist smart person I've ever known!" I chased him down in the rain and tried to explain my absent-mindedness. Apparently, my doe-eyed "I didn't realize it needed to go out" look didn't cut it with him.

I meant it.

So did he.

There was a time in my life when that statement would have sent me on a life quest to figure out what the hell was wrong with me for not being able to read his mind and keep my quirkiness from gushing forth like Old Faithful. (I mean, come on, I really should have noticed that a black banana peel was blocking the cupboard door from shutting.) As I've come to grips with the fact that I'm just another whackjob in the world, I've found that those quirky pieces of me are just part of my fabric. And I can drop the perfection facade and show the real me. Like the fact that in my perfect world, I can go for three days without a shower as long as I put a ball cap on my stringy hair in public, but knowing that at this moment my CDs are out of alphabetical order is making my skin crawl.
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Anonymous said…
Could be you are missing the point. Aint the man tough and brainy enuff to carry out the trash him selbst?

The Polymath Penguin
1:10 PM
Christy said…
Haha! I sometimes play dumb on purpose to get out of dirty jobs like that :) But it's so nice to be solid enough to stop looking for the definition of myself in what other people say.
5:06 PM
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