confessions of a picky person

i have something obvious i must admit and confront. and in doing so in this cozy, public environment, perhaps i’ll get a few sympathy votes? yes, perhaps.

i… am a very picky person.

whew. that felt good.

so okay, let me clarify and expound upon said admitted pickiness: i’m not picky about EVERY thing. but the things i am picky about might seem irrational to… oh, we’ll say, my husband.

the “for examples:”

laundry: it is very important for me that my clothes actually smell like they’ve been laundered. if this requires using more detergent, combined with the fabric softener and a scented dryer sheet, then that’s what i’ll do. and it’s important that my whites have a scent of bleach on them. i love doing laundry, simply for the fact that i love the smell. furthermore, i once wrote a paper on the process of laundry in college (it was a paper about a process), and it was the only paper i got a high A on. so…

lighting: if natural light is an option, then it’s the only option for me. for instance, the bathroom has a window (two, in fact). so why turn on the light? no need. i mean, so what if by pulling up the shade the neighbors have an opportunity for a show? natural light! and i wait until the last possible ounce of daylight is gone before i will turn on the light. even as i type this while sitting in the kitchen, the lights are off because there is plenty of light coming in from the outside. and it creates more of a pleasant environment! more appealing. also, when i have no option of natural light, i will spend 10 minutes just figuring out what florescent lights are more inviting in that particular room: ya know, which lamps to turn on. and i prefer lamps over the ceiling fan lights. oh my gosh… i’m realizing just how ridiculous this pickiness category is.

sound: i have sensitive ears. i really believe i do. and i have a good ear (in terms of music, harmonies, those kinds of things). so when it comes to music in the car and i am in the backseat, i don’t like hearing in the back. ask my mom, as a young kid (probably starting about age 4?), i would always say, “Mom don’t turn it back here.” and she knew what i meant. — when it comes to the television and movies, i don’t like the sound blaring at me. i think maybe it’s more than it being “loud,” i really like to focus on a lot when i watch something (the acting, what’s being portrayed, etc.). …i just made that up to justify this behavior. but it sounded good? ha! sounded! — and when it comes to arenas where i have no control over the sound, i adapt.

loading the dishwasher: i believe there is a place for everything and a way to fit everything in. not only is that what she said, but that’s all i need to say about that appliance.

coffee: i am a coffee snob. and i have being a barista for 4.5 years to blame.

there’s more… but those are the “big” ones. and i really don’t think i need to list anymore because i’m finding my behaviors really unnecessary right now.

smiley face.