My Man tells me I'm an uncanny mix of my mom and my dad.Isn't everyone?
My initial thought is tempered by further reflection. I remember I was adopted* , a fact that might make this manifestation of the perfect blend of my parents in me unlikely.
A magnificent example of the nurture half of the argument.
What's more neither of my two brothers - not even the one who is a "real" son to my parents - demonstrate as balanced a mix of maternal and paternal influence as I do.
Ha! I rock!
If you consider my parents' personalities you might jump to the conclusion that I am schizophrenic. My dad is the intense, dictatorial former marine; my mother, the uber-nurturing ("You are the perfect you!") airy-fairy artist.
When I was a kid I wanted to grow up to be all groovy and mellow. Mellow seemed so much cooler than wound-up-edness. I didn't realise at the time, but I was choosing my mother's personality over my father's.
All of this is a prelude to something that happened ... something I did ... that contradicts my sense of easy-breezy self.
I rearranged the dumbbells at the gym in ascending order of weight.
*I was only two weeks old when my parents became my parents.
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Ha--that's a Type A for you. It drives my husband (who really isn't an A, just an engineer)crazy that I don't keep my money in my wallet in descending order. My theory is that my way gives me the occasional surprise...like this...(imagine me thumbing through the bills)...one, one, five, one, oh twenty, one, oh, twenty... My way is lots more fun.
My reaction to that ... Is there any other way to arrange the dumbbells? Seriously, I don't think it's strange. It's the only way to arrange stuff. Like books should ALWAYS be in alphabetical order.
I don't see any contradiction between airy fairy (read vague in my case) and anal retentive... just like i don't see any contradiction between daily slattern and once a month domestic goddess in a cleaning frenzy... that's perfectly normal... isn't it??
Sometimes, creating order - no matter how ephemeral - is comforting, and gives a fleeting sensation of peace. Call it meditation, and slot it into the mellow, airy-fairy category.
Oh, THANK you. I thought I was the only one who took the time to arrange the out-of-order dumbbells. If you open my wallet, you'll see that the currency is all in order of denomination and that the presidents all face the same way. So sad.
Nothing wrong with that. Its good to have a bit of order.
I should really spend more time tidying.
I become more like my stepmother with each passing day. As the 'step' suggests, we are not blood relations.
Franklin ~ Knowing I would forget about it, I used to put a $5 or $10 note in a coat pocket - left as a future surprise. The Man doesn't like those surprises. He says you should know where all your money is all the time. Damn him. I live pretty much on plastic now anyway.
Sid ~ Thanks for the confirmation. I do hate seeing the dumbbells out of order. Who would be so thoughtless to put them back in a random order?
Mondraussie ~ You're right! No contradiction. I must remember that.
PG ~ "Call it meditation." I like it!
UB ~ I don't carry more than a couple notes in my wallet anymore. I live pretty much on my credit/debit cards, so I don't remember how I used to sort my money. I suspect I liked it ascending too.
Beth ~ I wish everyone at the gym felt the same way.
Rashbre ~ Maybe at home ... but not anywhere else. And even at home ... you don't want to waste too much time on order; just enough to make you feel good.
Imogene ~ Funny that, isn't it. The doctors all say how much my mom and I are alike (from a physical perspective); she and I chuckle.
I'm unfortunately more like my Mom than my Dad. He's the mellow, easy going one. I, like my Mom, am tightly wound.
I'm a geneticist, but think that nurture plays a bigger role than genes in most behavioural traits.
Free Man ~ A geneticist?! So you're brainy? What the hell are doing here?!! Please find the cholesterol gene quickly so I can return to cheese. :)
I have no idea if I'm more like my mom or my dad. Strangely enough, I think I'm more like my stepdad than anyone else. I hope anyway. Maybe I'm just in denial about how much like my real parents I am.
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