I’m in this photo
and I do not like it.
Story time!
Once upon a time I went grocery shopping, put down my bag in the living room door (at the door, inside the actual doorframe), took out and put away very nearly all of my groceries, and there it sat. The bag, that is. Right in the door between the hallway and the living room.
Every time I passed the bag I remembered that I should probably put it away, so I picked it up, wondered why it was so heavy, looked inside, and wow! There’s a bag of candy in there!
Then, naturally, I put it down again.
Until the next time I passed it. Then the whole thing started all over again.
I don’t remember how many cycles of “What is this doing here? Why is it so heavy? Wow, candy! Let’s put it down again.” I had to go through before it occurred to me that I could take the bag of candy out of the shopping bag and put it somewhere where it would make sense for candy to be and put the shopping bag somewhere where it would make sense for the bag to be.
Sometimes, a friend moves something from my floor thinking they are being helpful, when all they’ve done is force me to find another place to put something I haven’t figured out how to deal with.
(via 23-tiny-wishes)
