I know I’m prone to overthinking and pondering things that really require no deliberation. Perhaps it’s a consequence of living alone my entire adult life. Until social media presented itself I had no outlet for my thoughts or commentaries. In the absence of someone next to me to whom I can make witty observations or share snarky repartee I either post it on Twitter or Facebook, or allow the thought to marinate endlessly in my mind.
So, today I bring you some controversial thoughts that have been bubbling around my head of late. And yes, I know with the current Middle East crisis and bloody Covid there are more important matters needing attention. However…
Shoes or no shoes inside
It’s starting to get colder here and I need to buy some new slippers. My house has white tile floors and their icy chill manages to make its way through my socks so for the last few days I’ve put my sneakers (runners / sandshoes) on for extra underfoot warmth. And every time I hear myself start to walk I get the sensation that I must be going out.
I know it’s said we inadvertently drag many of our childhood habits into adulthood. But, my mother wears slip on shoes around inside the house all of the time. I remember now my father wore these old moccasins (I detested). And yet… I’ve never been an inside-the-house-shoe-wearer. It’s certainly not a politeness / leave them at the door thing. I have rubber thongs at each exit of my house (including the deck) as I HATE getting my feet dirty and yet I am not a natural wearer of shoes inside. Shoes. Are. For. Going. Out.
No Soup For Me!
In the southern hemisphere people have started making soup. There seems to be great excitement that winter has arrived. Slow cookers are being yanked out of the back of cupboards and soups are appearing on my Instagram feed. Some look nice. Others look like vomit or brown water with veges floating in it.
I don’t hate soup although I don’t particularly like it either. I find it kinda unfulfilling as a meal option. As an entree – perhaps, but as a main meal. WHY?!?!?! I don’t understand the allure. My mother loves soup. She’s happy with even a cup of soup for a meal. But to me it seems pointless. Why bother
eating drinking at all I wonder?
People seem to fall on either side of this debate. There are those who love clothes (I’m really thinking traditional women’s clothes – dresses, skirts and trousers) with pockets. Those people are psychopaths. I had this conversation at dinner the other night. We were admiring a friend’s dress and she commented gleefully that it had pockets. Of course that led to the Deborah-hates-pockets discussion. Others said they find pockets handy, comforting and wondered why I didn’t like them.
I explained that my hips and thighs have always been generous and so the LAST thing I need or want is excess padding in that area. The notion of adding my coin-filled wallet, phone and car keys to my hips makes no sense.
Are you wearer of shoes indoors? Do you like pockets? How do you feel about soup? Any other pressing issues or controversial thoughts I should explore?
*image via memegenerator.net
Linking up with Denyse Whelan blogs today.