Personal quirks
I don't know about you, but I need something a little lighter tonight. So let's play the first installment of...
Am I the Only One?!
The game show where I learn whether I am somewhat normal or if I truly do have a runaway imagination.
I'll list three actual, real life occurrences for me and you tell me in the comments if you do this, too.
1. I seen to be an optimistic and a cynic all at the same time. My optimistic side comes out every time I go collect the mail from the mail box. There is always a little fizzle of anticipation because you never know if this will be the day when I open the box to discover a letter with a large check for us inside. In reality, 99.9% of the time there is no mysterious envelope with a large check. But every once in a while (think decades here), there actually is a surprise check, so you just never know.
2. Along those same lines, whenever I'm in the vestibule where the cost closets are I always am sure to look through the front door window to the porch and doormat. Because you just never know if someone will abandon a box full of puppies or kittens on your doorstep. This has never happened, but I'd hate to miss them if they're there. I'm both relieved and disappointed to not find a box.
3. When life gets too busy and stressful, I find myself imagining some mildly concerning yet manageable medical condition which would require me to stay in the hospital for a week. While I haven't had this daydream recently, it appeared somewhat frequently when I had a houseful of toddlers through teens. It was always a signal that I was trying to do too much.
There you go... weird and quirky things about my rather active imagination. What about you?
Comments
However, we did find an abandoned kitten that was near death in front of our house. We had to immediately spend $2,000 on her to keep her alive. She's 5 now.
The sad part of this story is that several neighbors later told me they'd seen her and another kitten running around together for a few days. They didn't do anything about it, and we've never seen that other kitten. I assume it was even more sickly and didn't make it.
But the third fantasy... I have spent the past two decades day dreaming about living in the early part of the 1900s, having a mild case of TB, and being sent by my family to spend time recuperating at a sanitarium in the Berkshires. You know, those fantasy ones for the wealthy where you spend your days outside on a lounger with a blanket, breathing in the clear air. And the staff take pains to not stress you out! So, I totally get you on this one.