I didn’t realize I was so fussy...
Yeah, yeah, I’ve complained recently…
About not having the Internet or enough hot water…
While I’m living here in Akumal…
But that’s legit, no? At least the Internet?
But then yesterday, I found the depth of my fussiness…
When I bought a clear 12” ruler…
To use when I make edits to my building plans.
You see, I bought clear on purpose to, well—see through.
OK, I noticed there was a label on the ruler…
But silly me, I assumed the label would come off.
Oh, it did, but the sticky schmeer it left wouldn’t…
Not with water. Not with soap. Not with alcohol…
Or even with scraping it with my fingernail or a knife.
After working on getting the sticky schmeer off for fifteen minutes…
A friend of mine observing me asked, “What’s the big deal?”
And the truth is, I don’t rightly know…
But I was hell bent on getting the sticky schmeer off…
So I could see through ALL of my see-through ruler.
I couldn’t relax, concentrate, or clear my mind…
Of that sticky schmeer.
God! Am I pathetic or what!
Perhaps I have a condition?
Hardly. My blog is a perfect example.
(although when I write, I want my manuscripts to be perfect)
Not likely. My cupboards and closets prove otherwise.
(although I am very particular with keeping my writing notes organized)
Doubt it. The only repetitive routine I have is writing at .
Naw. I’m very easy going. I usually go with the flow.
(although I will not let anything interfere when I want to write)
I finally tossed the ruler and went and bought another one…
It is within my budget to pay for a better one.
What is this “I gotta get the sticky schmeer off” behavior?
Or yikes! What if I'm delusional? And I'm all of the above?
What about you?
Got any quirks?
Writing or otherwise?
Always, Em -Musing