Official Old Man
Uckfield Seagull
Superstition means I can never have any volume on 13. Sadly 13 is the perfect volume for the TV and the wife gets annoyed when I have to change it either up or down one.
I’ll be up on those barricades like Jean Valjean fighting for no cucumber in our tacos.Ok, have it your way @jcdenton08. I have an odd habit of putting cucumber in my taco's.
I'm not sure why it's odd if tomatoes are acceptable though? Is it odd putting them in fajitas as well? Anyway the word has spread & there are at least 10 people in Brighton who put cucumber in their Old El Paso tacos now. Vive la cucumber revolution!
I did the same for the ceiling when I was having my last two MRI scans, waiting to be moved into the magnet. Very intricate pattern.
The trick is not to count all the lines or squares. I counted 100 lines, then eyeballed how much space that occupied. Then I scaled up to approximate blocks of 100 by 100. I had to make many adjustments for odd shapes cut around equipment and lights. But I got there!
I can't remember the number now, but that isn't the point. It was much larger than expected, though.
Which reminds me about.....perhaps another time.
OCD more than superstition surely, although the two are similar bedfellows. I'd push through, put it on 13 and prove to yourself that nothing comes of it.Superstition means I can never have any volume on 13. Sadly 13 is the perfect volume for the TV and the wife gets annoyed when I have to change it either up or down one.
Those are two autistic traits.Not many but I am a bit of a neat freak.
But that also applies to drawers and cupboards, under the bed, wardrobes , loft space etc.
If I know there is disorder or mess tucked away under the surface, it drives me to distraction. I can’t function.
Everything has to be in order and in its place.
I don’t expect others to have my strict standards. I’ll do it myself without bothering anyone else with it.
My other habit is that everything that is used regularly has to be easily accessible. I can’t stand moving that to get to this and shifting that on top of those to get to the other thing. Argghhhh!!!
I have a “messy room” with bits and bobs I don’t use that often. Also coats, freezer, bikes and wellies etc.
It’s not a mess but I’m not as fastidious with that part of the house.
Comes from a few places in my past I think.
Having parents who let the house go to shit often. Clothes stuffed in with crap at the backs of wardrobes. Things stuffed under beds. Piles of letters and papers and junk on every surface. Ugh.
And 6 years at military boarding school drums some habits into a lad.
More recently I had a girlfriend I lived with. She wasn’t messy but her household maintenance and upkeep was a shambles.
No system in place for regular cleaning. Just whenever she got round to it. I had to do pretty much everything in order to keep it up to scratch.
The worst was the “ad-hoc mega clean”
I’d be chilling on the couch. Place is tidy and clean. All in order.
She would maybe spot a spec of dust on the lounge blinds.
Fast forward half an hour, all the blinds in the house are on the floor or soaking in the bath, couches are pulled away from the walls, cushion covers off and in the washer, rugs out on the lien, half the furniture out on the balcony.
I’d have to help and put it all back. And then she wouldn’t so much as look at a duster or sponge for the next year. As I got on with regularly cleaning the place each week in a sane and sustainable way.
I learnt to get up and get of the house quickly on her days off and not come back til the street lights came on.
We went our separate ways some years ago now. I think we are both happier
It’s tricky with autistic traits and sharing space with people.Those are two autistic traits.
I am very much the same. I have learned to tolerate other people's deviance at home, to a degree, but if the missus moves books around in the book shelves, I have to move them again so I feel I know where they are. Everything has to be accessible, which means visible. Luckily she knows about my foibles and works around them. Now.
The missus has her spaces that I don't touch. For the simple reason I find them destressing. Stuff all piled up...
But a few years ago in two of the kitchen cupboards the missus was keeping stuff I don't use - baking ingredients, flour, pasta and the like. She stuffed the cupboards till they wouldn't open. One time something fell out when I was looking for something. I took all the packets out. None sealed properly. 90% of it all was out of date. Some of it 4 or 5 years out of date. I binned the lot. She just shrugged. And slowly those 2 cupboards are filling up again.
Luckily she doesn't mess with my precious things. But shared spaces....she buys vegetables and doesn't use them, and they start to rot in the fridge. So I have to keep an eye on her crap. If I chuck it out she doesn't notice.
My ex wife was always moving stuff around. It made me feel ill. And she would use something from the fridge and leave the empty packaging. I remember one time looking for something to eat and there was nothing, just empty packaging.
I enjoy family life but it comes at quite a price for me with my very low thresholds of tolerance, and sometimes it can be . . . . difficult.
My younger brother had one nightmare relationship when he was young and decided 'enough's enough'. That was 40 years ago.It’s tricky with autistic traits and sharing space with people.
I recall another ex I lived with hanging clothes out to dry in a very (to my mind) slapdash fashion.
When she left the room I rearranged her clothes and when she saw whit I’d done, went spare for my interference.
I didn’t get her ire at the time but I do now.
I’ve never been diagnosed but I know I have particular ways about me and as such I’ve pretty much given up on relationships, let alone ever living with anyone again.
I’ve come to terms with it but I do sometimes wish it wasn’t so.
OK. So, I could list dozens of this shit....
Petrol stations. On match day I won't look at the cost until the filling cuts off. Then the £ and pence will tell me what the score will be. Brighton are always the £. Obviously the score won't be 37-15. So I add the integers. That example would end up as a 10-6 win, except it would actually be a 1-6 defeat.
Phew - thank goodness for that. Imagine if it were different.I have a supply of 10 different liqueurs lined up which I drink after my Sunday roast. To choose which one to have I check the time, so 1.35 will take no 9, or 1.36 will be no 1. Saves me having to make a decision.
As for counting, I count the number of tiles on the bathroom floor every morning when sitting on the loo. Funnily enough the answer is always the same.
I can identify with all of that?Oh God 100% this. I wash up as I go along as far as I can and load everything possible in the dishwasher before serving. I can’t STAND dirty clutter in the kitchen.
Mrs D on the other hand leaves the kitchen looking like an army catering station that has been interrupted by the outbreak of WW3 when she does beans on toast.
You do realise that being hit with a cucumber may hurt more than having a tomato thrown at you?Here’s mine:
I read online someone I previously respected makes a very strange addition to their Mexican dishes.
I know it sounds insane but they add CUCUMBER to their TACOS.
Yes you read that right.
You'd have to be some sort of psycho to drink tea from a mug that shape.When we had a new kitchen my wife bought 12 new mugs, thinking she would bin all the old random ones.
I won’t make myself tea in this type of mug because I don’t like the shape. I have my own shelf in the cupboard with normal shape mugs that include old several Albion, some builders and plumbing merchants, Newhaven FC, Mickey Mouse and England.
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If my pint glass has one of those crown etchings on it near the rim I have to drink from that exact spot.I have to put my pint bang in the middle of the beer mat whether round or square.
Imagine my horror when I was working in a house recently and the customer made me tea in a clear mug that shapeYou'd have to be some sort of psycho to drink tea from a mug that shape.