Wednesday, July 26, 2006

I'm A Creature Of Habit

I believe that there are certain ways to do things and things should be done in a certain way. A place for everything and everything in its place. You know, the type of bloke who is called anal quite a bit. Mostly behind his back though.

I eat the same breakfast during the week and a different one on the weekends. Mind you, I know mix my weekday breakfast cereal after having had straight Weetbix from about the age of six until a couple of years ago.

I like to drive the same roads to work and back again each day and stick to the same lanes. There is a road in Subiaco where the lefthand lane appears to be much bumpier than the righthand lane. I get a warm fuzzy feeling when I see the same vehicles quite regularly, unless they happen to be a blue Z3 BWM belonging to a middle-aged bloke who drops his cigarette on the road. But, you get the picture.

I do my fruit and veggie shopping at the same time each week and the grocery shopping is carried out in a similar fashion. Golf must take place on Sunday mornings or else I get a bit grumpy.

Change comes slowly to me. My poor wife must realise this after trying to change me for years. He he. But then again I love the spontaneity of going somewhere overseas and getting busy doing things you didn't expect to. Gotta blow the cobwebs away sometimes I guess.

Post Script

Some of the other anally retentive habits I have include:

The electric toothbrush must be left plugged in
Cutlery has to go in the correct spot - no mixing of sizes
Cars must be parked within parking spaces
Dirty clothes go in the basket

The list goes on. I'm not bordering on OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. But I did work with a guy who was like that. Every morning when he parked his car in the employee car park he used to check that all the doors on his car were locked. Not once but twice. He was the sort of bloke who had to check if an entrance door was locked several times. It was painful to watch.

I'm not like that. Really.

1 comment:

Hammysmum said...

They do say that insanity is hereditary, you get it from your kids. Then again, I like things to be put back where they came from too. It is easier for me to find them. It bugs me no end that my husband only applies this principle to his SHED, and seems incaplable of understanding my frustrations.