It's my thing. Let it go.
Everyone has their "thing's", right?
I was watching this episode of Sex and the City last night where Miranda gets the latest issue of her "Tattle Tale" magazine - and when pushed by her husband for reading "such crap" she responds, "It's my thing, let it go."
So I got to thinking about some of my thing's.
Thing #1) I enjoy a nice glass of cold, sparkling water. Often. Which means that at any moment in time I may have up to 3 glasses of water (half-full, no less) stationed around the apartment, whose sole purpose in life it is to fill me with a chilly, fresh, satisfied sensation of nourishment. Ex-boyfriends may argue that last point and interject, saying that their sole purpose was to PISS THEM OFF REAL, REAL BAD. Not the case, my friends. Not. The. Case. If I'm going to piss off a boyfriend I have pleeeennnnnty of other tricks up my sleeve, believe me. (Ever see the movie Signs? What happened cuz of the glasses of water in that one, huh? HUH?!!! Yeah, thought so.)
Thing #2) If you're in my life, she probably knows everything about you. Nothing is sacred with that one - an untapped, lucrative TV series in the making is what we are. You think Sex and the City covered it all? Nah ah people. Not. Even. Close. I think Big had it all right when in the final episode he told Carrie's friends, "YOU all are the *real* loves of her life. Any guy is just lucky to come in second." Word.
Thing #3) I often turn up the music in my house real, real loud. And then shower. Or dance around in my underwear. Or jump on my bed. Or hop around in circles until I'm so dizzy I fall over. Furthermore, it may often be Britney Spears doing the playing in my speakers *gasp*.
Thing #4) No one touches my personal computer. Ever.
Thing #5) I have this thing about the temperature of the water in the shower. Like Goldilocks, if you will - not scorching, not chilly. But more like a glorified tepid.
Thing #6) I very rarely finish every bite of food on my plate. And WHOA does this drive some people nuts. It's not intentional - it's just fact. When I'm full I'm full, and I'M VERY SORRY IF I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THAT AMOUNT WOULD BE WHEN I TOOK A SERVING.
Thing #7) I won't drink beer. Ever. Why you ask? Because it's right up there with green olives - PTOOEY!!!!
Thing #8) My magazine of guilt is InStyle. And How. And Communication Arts.
Thing #9) This last one has caused lots of controversy over the year - mucho, mucho controversy. I enjoy buying music and, when appropriate, DVDs. I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW. iTunes and all that. However, the extreme pleasure my senses - all my senses - get when they take in and enjoy the artwork, the smell, and the sound of the CD is immeasurable. I guess you could say I like to "own" the music. Over. And over. And over. And over. And over and over and over and over and over. I would parallel my obsession with music to Carrie's obsession with shoes.
And coming in as an honorable mention) There's the fact that *bright, shiny things* often distract me. Like while I was writing this entry, I got distracted by this advertisement on dictionary.com:
Seriously, go play it (refresh refresh refresh). It'll keep you occupied for a whole 90 seconds!