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Sometimes I wish I…
- … I can stare out the window in silence for 1 hour without having to prepare shopping lists in my head, review my schedule for the next day, think of to-dos or brood over – in my opinion – brilliant ideas that absolutely cannot wait 3 minutes.
- …I don’t mind the piles of my girlfriend’s clothes next to the bed that have only been there for 3 hours, and I don’t have to be that annoying friend who says like a teenage mother, “Honey, can you throw your clothes in the laundry basket?”
- …wasn’t such a persevering person and would often think “I can also stop!” when things don’t go smoothly or when I still want to meet that not so important deadline at all costs, despite a runny nose and a migraine.
- …I could put my head on the pillow and go straight to dreamland without having to use earplugs, a meditation and a notebook to get rid of me (see my sleeping tips ). Bartina does have that talent, by the way, which makes it even more frustrating sometimes 😉
- …I would absolutely love big friends vacations . And that I would recharge my batteries, have the time of my life and jump around the room from morning to night with enthusiasm without needing any alone time. The truth is that I usually skip these kinds of vacations because I feel completely drained and I constantly crave a “Leave me alone!” moment.
6. … can watch exciting thriller series including country music at the end of the evening without losing sleep over it. The combination of a love for thriller series and not being able to handle scary plot twists is not ideal.
- … I can turn off my sensitivity at random moments . Sometimes I think it would be so nice if the suffering in the world affected me a little less for a little while, if I wasn’t concerned with that one person in the group who didn’t seem to be feeling well, or if I could just – hoppa – ignore criticism. Furthermore, I am actually happy with my sensitivity and it brings me a lot. But sometimes life was easier without that quality.
- …any random shoe would fit , including those nice sandals and dope dress shoes that look so graceful on other men, but in which my moisture-retentive feet and thick toes spontaneously turn into a roulade. Fortunately, colorful Skechers make up for a lot!
- …I hadn’t neglected my Spanish and French so much after my final exams and would now be able to exchange a word with catering staff, guides and shop staff without having to switch to English after just 2 sentences.
- …I wouldn’t always throw my bunch of keys in the large compartment of my bag, only to be unable to find them anywhere and, as I fumbled around in my own bag, feel like a half-burglar in front of my own front door.
- …wouldn’t find hill tests in parking garages that exciting. Then I’m always very aware of the fact that my car can roll backwards if I don’t accelerate hard enough. By the way, I’m never afraid that something will happen to my nice chevrolet corvette, but I am afraid that something will happen to a 20x more expensive car behind me from someone else. Has never really happened by the way *touch wood*.
- …don’t immediately Google insignificant symptoms. Whether you Google sore throat, tinnitus or a bruised big toe, somewhere in the depths of Google the most serious diagnoses will always surface, which don’t apply to you at all, but which will still put you in an “Oh no, could it be?” mode.
- …can talk normally to my cat , which means I don’t always appear in my embarrassingly high-pitched, squeaky cat lady voice on cat videos in the family app.
- …can watch 3-hour movies without falling asleep. Ever since I was a teenager, I no longer watch movies that are longer than 2 hours, because I would definitely nod off somewhere in the middle of the story and from then on I would be more concerned with hissing at myself “Madu, stay awake!” than with following the story.
- …wouldn’t see dust. Bartina never sees dust lying around (how?), but I notice every bit of dust in the house. And when I see it, I can’t help but quickly wipe it with a cloth, my hand or a paper towel. If I don’t, I’ll keep seeing it.
- …am a relaxed suitcase packer. Bart can gather everything 2 hours before departure and then leave with a good feeling. I am already running through the house with packing lists 48 hours beforehand, go to the store 3 times to get the last things, am panicking at the last minute that I will forget my passport or toothbrush (or even worse: both!) and pack clothes for 2 weeks in my suitcase while we are only going away for 3 days.
- …have the gift of traveling like a lightly packed backpacker. Even when we go on a 3-day trip to a city, I already lug a giant suitcase with me. My “Yes, I don’t know what clothes I feel like wearing until the day itself” motto probably doesn’t help either. I often admire people who go to Spain for 2 weeks with only a backpack and a carry-on suitcase, and then I feel ashamed that we ( read: I ) take half our belongings with us and fill the car to the brim for 1 week in New York.
- …don’t feel the urge to binge-watch my favorite series in one weekend , which leaves me in a big “What should I watch now?”-hole. This always happens to me with Korean series where all episodes are online at once.
19. …my idea machine will now pause around 11 o’clock. What is it with those good ideas that come just when you’re trying to sleep or when you’re lying in the dentist’s chair with a hook in your mouth and two pairs of serious eyes with face masks above your face?
- …I am such a handyman who can easily do all the fun Pinterest DIYs myself without having to look at Bart sweetly or spend at least an hour looking for the right tool or that one good screw.
- …have a nice sense of rhythm and loose hips instead of always feeling like that one wooden plank at that party. It’s nice that I’m not often at parties and that the need for dance moves has never been that great 😉
- …can put on a poker face when I tell a funny story and burst out laughing before the clue even comes along, while everyone else has no idea what exactly I’m laughing about.
- …have a guide for when to give three kisses or a hug. Since the pandemic, I’ve been getting it wrong even more often. Sometimes I’ll have someone halfway into the hug position when I suddenly feel lips pressed to my cheek and I don’t know whether to kiss back or continue the hug or whether we should find another way through the discomfort.
- …I could eat spinach without it getting stuck in my teeth. I don’t know how other people do it, but after a spinach dish I can’t open the door without looking in the mirror. Otherwise there’s bound to be green in my mouth in places it shouldn’t be.
- …can effortlessly cobble together an IKEA construction without cursing or searching. But in practice I often leave that to Bart (who officially goes through life as a graduate construction engineer), because otherwise he spends more time explaining to me what to hold and which screw he is looking for than me actually helping him.
- …can type on my phone keyboard with 2 fingers. But no, I still do it with 1 finger, and I have also become a bit lazy because I type almost everything (apps, emails, etc.) on my laptop. So I’m afraid I either have to take a 2-day course ‘Typing with 2 fingers on your phone’ or just accept it.
Do you recognize any of these points? And what would you sometimes really like to be able to do?
