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incontrovertible evidence of my insanity



since i am certain that you're all just dying to know more about the inner workings of my psyche (please read that sentence with the appropriate level of sarcasm.  i suggest level: dripping), i thought i would share with you one of my OCD tendencies.

actually, i have no idea if it makes me partially OCD, or just weird, but it is certainly a compulsion that i feel little control over.  if a normal person is going to put a plate of food in the microwave, they might type in a reasonable amount of time for the cooking, such as 1:30, or something like that.

but not me.

it's not that i think 1:30 isn't sufficient.  nor is it that i think 1:30 will make my food too hot.  if that were the case, i would simply make the time 1:15 or 1:20, or if i wanted it warmer, 1:45 or even 1:50, if i was feeling brave.

but, you see, none of those times will work for me.  you will NEVER see me type any of those numbers into a microwave.  no, i will go for 1:31.  or maybe 1:37.  or 1:29.  usually it is an odd number, but occasionally i will throw in an even number, just to keep the microwave guessing.

why?

i have no idea.  perhaps it goes back to that whole underdog thing that i've written about before.  i feel bad that certain numbers never get typed into the microwave display.  how is that fair?  so i try to represent those neglected numbers.  i even enjoy using two digit numbers for times between a minute and a minute-and-a-half.  for example.  when you might put your spaghetti in for 1:30, i may very well put mine in for :91, or :86. it works.

so there you have it: exhibit "m" in the long list of incontrovertible evidence demonstrating my twisted psyche.  please just move along, and don't stare at the freak.  have a great day, and excuse me while i go and make sure i use enough words with q's, x's and z's, so that those keys don't feel left out.

seriously.  

Comments

peggy said…
Why does this not surprise me!

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