When you live with someone for a while, whether they are roommate, partner or spouse, you start to see your own habits reflected back at you. Or, perhaps, the other person lets you know that--despite your insistence to the contrary--"that thing you do" is strange. Here are a few of my "endearing quirks," according to David.
1. Before we watch TV in the evening, I make David adjust all the lights just so. I can't focus on the TV if the room is a little too bright or a little too dim. He is pretty skilled at getting the levels spot-on, because he knows I'll make him go fix them again if they're not right.
2. I drink lime seltzer in my cranberry juice, but when the bottle has about an inch left, it becomes anathema to me. I will then start a new bottle. Sometimes, if I'm feeling energetic, I'll pour the old inch into the new bottle, since I believe it will then become as one with the new seltzer. More often, I'll just use the new bottle to push the old ones to the back of the fridge, where they remain to drive David mad.
3. We received a very generous gift of an entire silverware service for our wedding, one we had registered for at Macy's. Of course, we already had other utensils in daily usage. Now they co-mingle in the drawer, but I insist on the new stuff. I just really like how simple and streamlined the new forks are, compared to the more ornate, fussier original forks. If someone sets the table and gives me an "old" fork, I have been known to hold it aloft and say "Unhhh!" Which David understands to mean, "There has been an egregious error in my table setting which I would like to see rectified post haste." He finds this very odd and frequently tells Jarrah that she and he are the only normal fork-users in the house. Which is obviously ridiculous, right?
How about you, Readers? Do you live with any unreasonable people who insist that your simple tastes are somehow left of center? (Or any other direction, for that matter?)