I spent some time yesterday trying to explain to a friend why my house is cluttery and messy, given that I really don’t have things to get rid of. She kept asking me questions that I answered to the best of my ability and she kept coming back with, I don’t understand. I don’t understand why it was hard to get your tree out of your house. (I took my Christmas tree down two days ago). I don’t understand why there is clutter if you don’t have stuff you don’t need. I understand about the table and the mat and the bike (I’m a massage therapist with a two room apartment who has a massage table, a thai massage mat and a beautiful bike that lives in the house), but I don’t understand why there’s clutter if you don’t have stuff to get rid of.
Back in December I spent some time trying to explain to a friend that I hate beets and wasn’t going to have them on my salad. Someone mentioned raw beets for the salad and I said that I don’t like beets. My friend said, oh I used to hate beets then I had them raw, I’m sure you’ll like them. No thank you. But they are so delicious raw, they really add to the salad. No thank you. You really should try them, they’re delicious raw! I’ve tried cooked beets, I’ve tried raw beets, I’ve tried beet juice. I hate beets.
The thing is - these things are impossible to explain. I’m not neat, never have been. Every time this discussion comes up with my mom she says, you’ve ALWAYS been that way. I can’t explain why there aren’t places for things that should have places - I can only tell you that is the way it is. I can’t explain to you why I don’t like a food - I can only tell you that I won’t eat it. (And I do try stuff before making this statement).
If I could explain these things to you, they probably wouldn’t need to be explained. If I could explain why things don’t have a place in my house, it’s very likely they would have a place.
And if they had a place I’d put them there.
And my house would be neat.
And I would never again have to attempt to explain why my house is a mess.
Because it wouldn’t be.
And if I liked all the foods everyone thinks I should like, I might not have the sugar addiction that brings us all here.
But I don’t.
When I was home at Christmas I was telling my family the beet story. My dad said he read something that said picky eaters have more taste buds.
And since I have no idea what I’m talking about, I just googled and found this article that says people with more taste buds taste things that the rest of the population will never experience. Thus we are labeled picky eaters and thought to be very high maintenance.
Though it does say that super sweet things aren’t appreciated by supertasters. Initially I was thinking that doesn’t apply to me, but it really does. Even when I’m on sugar some things will turn me off as too sweet. But when I’m not on a super sugar bender (which I have been and is my explanation for not posting since 24 November, yikes) I really notice the sweetness of everything - have you ever noticed how sweet carrots are? That’s one of the reasons I put them into my rice & beans dish last, if they cook too much their sweet takes over the whole dish.
Okay, maybe you will understand why I’m a picky eater, probably should have googled that before I started writing.
But you will never understand why my house is a mess, I just can’t explain it. I really wish I could, because, like I said, if I could it probably wouldn’t be the case.