Aside from eating three brownies this past weekend (I can’t believe I did that!), I don’t feel guilty about much. I have accepted my idiosyncrasies and no longer apologize. Sometimes I explain but never apologize.
There are things I don’t like to do. I don’t do them. On the other hand there are things I like to do that others may think is wasteful or ridiculous (daily Starbucks runs come to mind). No matter. I’m comfortable doing them anyway.
For example I’m not a traveler or a camper. I only travel to get someplace I want to be and I have to “want to be there” a lot to endure the rituals they now call traveling. Body searches, seats created for kindergarten children, extra charges for breathing air. You know what I mean.
Camping was never one of my loves. I can appreciate the beauty of sitting around a campfire in the evening but most of my memories are of freezing my butt off or gale force rains or aggressive biting bugs.
For several years I had a house in a beachside community. (No, it wasn’t ON the beach. Those homes cost a gazillion dollars.) I enjoyed it. It was a good getaway but there was twice the work and worry. Sometimes I miss it but when I hear of a nor-eastern storm coming up the coast, I’m grateful that someone else is worrying. I wish I had a friend with a beach house. That’s much more practical.
It’s all about different stages in life.
Some things make sense. You don’t do something because you don’t like to do it. Other things are more complicated. I have IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). For those unfamiliar it means I have bathroom issues. When I gotta go, well…I gotta go. It peaks and wanes but it does guide what I do and where I go (literally and figuratively).
I never eat unless I know there is a bathroom available. I would never eat street food. Not because I’m a sanitary freak but because food trucks don’t come with potties.
I also like CLEAN potties. (Did you hear me pizza shops? You are the most disgusting!)
I’m cautious about concerts and plays. I rarely eat much beforehand because even if the venue has a bunch of potties, the lines are outrageous.
Anyone who has suffered from this, gets it. Those who don’t, have no idea why I think twice about attending something or downright turn down some events that may be awesome.
I used to have a sense of guilt about it but no more. Does it really matter what someone thinks? Do they think I’m boring? Perhaps, but do I care? Nope.
Everyone harbors secrets. Some folks have severe health issues that you can’t see. Makes my bathroom runs seem like a walk in the park. I try not to be all judge-y about things but I’m human and unless I understand, I sometimes am.
I realize that there is a root reason why people do things. Then again, sometimes I wonder if they are freaking nuts! Depends on my mood! Which reminds me, there are some brownies left over….