I don't blog about my candle making adventures, my family (with two thousand pictures of my kids), or my life as a housewife who makes quilts 24/7. I'm not some pretentious hipster who can't finish three sentences without using some form of the word "musing." I'm just here to laugh at society.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

I remember the strangest things...

When I was little, I remember specifically very few things. I don't know what kind of stuff I enjoyed, or what I did to occupy my time other than a few little things. For as long back as I can remember, however, I have a vivid memory of what I imagined in my mind, as far as how the universe worked. I thought that everything had to be symmetrical. When I built things out of Lego's, they were equal on all sides, and were uniform in color. If I built a house, the house had the same number of rooms on one side as the other. All of the walls had to be one color, and that color was usually yellow, because yellow was the most abundant color block I had. Of course, my house also had knights to guard it and laser cannon security cameras. That's not the point though. Haha.

I also remember that for the longest time I was extremely picky about which order I tied my shoes. It has been and continues to be that put on my right sock, then the other, and then I tie my right shoe first, followed again by the left.

Everything had patterns. I was obsessed with even numbers. I would count the steps I took, and I would never end on an odd number. I thought odd numbers were possessed. I also always started walking with my left foot, so I could end on my right foot being an even number.

Okay, that's pretty normal compared to what I'm about to unveil.

In my head, I thought Satan himself was sitting up in my brain with a bunch of demons, watching my life on television screens. Satan and his cronies would get some sort of weird joy out of odd numbers and my left foot, and every time I would do something like tie my shoes right to left, or step an even number of steps, it would be like they were on fire, and the television screens would start to get blurry.

Is that not one of the straight up most ridiculous things you've ever heard?

Either I was possessed by demons when I was little, or I have one of the most insane imaginations ever.

As for the rest of the weird stuff I did when I was a kid, some of it crossed over into my older years, and I still do now. I still try to avoid stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. I still keep my legs inside the perimeter of my bed because I think the invisible force field will keep the monsters from eating me. I still talk to my cats as if they can hear me. I still go up the stairs at my house on all fours sometimes, like I'm some sort of feral beast. And I'm gonna be honest here, I have a really good time doing it. Haha. I think in some aspects we never really grow up.

Oh well.

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