Weekly the local newspaper, with ads for grocery stores and coupons, is delivered to my and my neighbors driveways, tucked inside a pink plastic bag. Some of my neighbors choose not to pick theirs up for several days, this drives me crazy! Or like this week, it was very windy, so one of my neighbor’s “not picked up” newspaper and bag was blown up the street. While my other neighbor’s bag remained on her driveway throughout the night, oh the horror of it all. Well, *said in a huff* when I arrived home tonight, the bag that was blown up the street was now in my other neighbor’s yard, near my driveway, screaming at me…“come get me” so I did and promptly threw it away. As I had so promptly done with mine yesterday! The overnight bag was now in my front yard, also taunting me, and of course I marched right out there, swiped it off the ground, stomped back into the house and threw it away! If they had only retrieved them when delivered, I wouldn’t have to throw everyone’s newspaper away!!!
Why do I feel it necessary to pick up these bags and throw them away? Why can’t I just leave them lying around? It doesn’t seem to bother the neighbors, why does it bother me?
But wait there’s more. At work, when I see a hanging roll of paper towels and someone has torn off a sheet, but not cleanly, and there’s an extra piece connected to the next sheet, why do I have to rip it off so that the roll is nice and neat? OR, if the next available sheet is hanging down and not rolled up, why do I have to roll it back so it’s not hanging? And if I’m really honest about this, it’s not just at work, it’s anywhere!
I’ll continue to use work as examples. In the bathroom on the counter is a bottle of liquid soap. Why do I feel the need to clean up that soap that has oozed out, leaving a golden drop beckoning to me?! Debbie, Debbie…..wipe me up, you know you have to. And I hear it’s insidious laugh.
I walk down the hallway and see a paperclip that someone dropped on the floor, why do I have this uncontrollable urge to pick it up? They didn’t seem to care that it dropped to the floor, they obviously didn’t need it or they would have picked it up, right?
In the kitchen, why do I clean up the coffee grounds, sugar crumbs and cream stains spilled there and left behind to mock me? I don’t even drink coffee!
If a picture is crooked I straighten it, if a lampshade is askew I unaskew it, if a pencil sticks out I push it back in… 😉
Why do I? And I have such a sense of satisfaction once it’s picked up, wiped up, cleaned up or straightened up…of course there is this grumbling going on under my breath, but let’s not go there!!
Anyhow, I was annoyed and now I’m not!! Thanks for “listening”…