OCD_Angel wrote:
Legendwind wrote:
I get excited over things that other people don't understand. The pleasure and joy I get from grocery shopping, for one. .
I get quite excited grocery shopping and then putting all the stuff away neatly into shelves or the fridge where they belong. My boyfriend is extremely puzzled by this because he hates both.
Once he asked me, "Are you tired of putting stuff away already?" I was, like, "Why would I be?"
It makes him very happy, though, because it means he doesn't have to do it because I love it and I want to do it all by myself! lol.
When I lived with my parents, it was generally accepted that I was in charge of organizing the pantry.
When I lived with my aunt, I went through all of her food items once a week and threw out all the expired stuff.
Now, living on my own, I go to a local ''healthy'' grocery store and pick out one new item a week. It's exciting.
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