...confessions part deuce...
These are a few thoughts that i had going through my head while I was washing the dishes tonight. and yes, i'm still smoking.
disclaimer: these are my thoughts, which you probably shouldn't be reading because they're kinda private. But I wrote them down because I thought it'd be nice to say what I've been thinking. Maybe someone else has been thinking it too. If you're one of the people around me, none of this is towards you. Its purely just about me.
I am a teenage cleaning queen. Its not anything thats occured at one specific time. I don't always have to clean. But once I get into these cleaning stages, I am the queen of clean.
It hasn't always been this way. Don't get me wrong, its not that I don't like cleaning; washing dishes to be specific. I have just never had any type of desire to go wash the dishes. A part of my first job had been washing dishes at a camp for two years. It was the only part of my job that really made me rethink about what I was doing. There were so many other great perks, more than enough to compensate for the type of work we do out there on the ranch where I once worked. It was gross, it was hot, and it was the definition of work.
Do you know what its like to have to scrape dinner plates for two hundred people in a kitchen with no air conditioner, in front of everyone? There are food particles flying every where. The indiscriminate mix of leftovers are slowly being washed into the sink by the hottest water I've ever touched. All of the kitchen work has to be finished as soon as possible so I can go begin on another part of my job.
Sorry for rambling. Anyways, lately I've been finding the urge to clean. I'm one of the kinds of people who hates to get my hands dirty with leftover foods and other unmentionable messes. I don't mind playing in the dirt, working on a car or actually just getting them dirty working. But ask to me to hand scrub an empty pot of mac and cheese thats been sitting out for a day, half full of cold water someone put in four hours ago, and you'll see the sour beer face.
While I was actually washing the dishes, in particular the pot with the mac and cheese, I realized that however gross this would sound on paper, I actually enjoyed the feeling of getting all of the dishes spotlessly clean. Would you like to know why?
Green dish soap, a classic yellow and green scruby sponge, a sprayer, and hot water. These are my trusty fundamentals of clean. No matter how messy some job may seem, as long as I have my devices nearby or in use, I'll be okay.
Lets face it. How many people like hot water while you're cleaning. Whether its showering, washing, or wiping something, hot water just feels clean. I hardly know anyone who hasn't, on at least one occasion, stood underneath the shower and turned it to hot, just to see how much they could stand. Hot water just feels clean.
Soap is what makes washing look clean. When the soap starts to lather, you know that something is being cleaned. The sponge helps you start and continue the bubbles the soap brings forward. What kind of person just doesn't like bubbles? The sprayer is like the one device that saves one from having to scrub so hard on the dishes, and helps when something is extremely dirty.
When I'm in my cleaning mode, there is nothing more satisfying than having a clean sink. The smell is what really stays with me when I go lay down to relax. Who doesn't appreciate the smell of clean? I can personally say that I can sleep better when I know something is clean. Whether it be the dishes, the clothes, the room, or myself, I can rest better knowing I'm clean.
Obsessive compulsive? Maybe. Sometimes I clean because I'm full of emotion. Sometimes I clean because I know somethings dirty, and deep down inside I know that no one else around me is willing to take care of it soon. Sometimes, I clean just because I need to.
Have you ever made up a game for yourself to make the time go by? Here's one that I played tonite.
i had this weird idea while i was cleaning. Sometimes, I make things into a game with myself so that they'll go by faster and I won't concentrate on the actual task at hand. I'll just be more interested in getting it finished.
The game I made up for washing dishes was kinda like a carnival/six flags kinda game. Have you ever played the game where you aim the water sprayer at a target and tried to fill up your cylinder first so that you'll win? My version was to see how fast I could spray the mac and cheese out of the pot with the hottest water. I won, by the way.
It may seem unusual to you, but what can I say. My birthday's next week, I have extreme ADHD (that, or I'm just to lazy to concentrate), and I'm cleaning. Have you ever created a game to make something go by faster. Counting stuff in church, long drives, unpleasant things. It really helps the time go by.
x posted: myspace, community
disclaimer: these are my thoughts, which you probably shouldn't be reading because they're kinda private. But I wrote them down because I thought it'd be nice to say what I've been thinking. Maybe someone else has been thinking it too. If you're one of the people around me, none of this is towards you. Its purely just about me.
I am a teenage cleaning queen. Its not anything thats occured at one specific time. I don't always have to clean. But once I get into these cleaning stages, I am the queen of clean.
It hasn't always been this way. Don't get me wrong, its not that I don't like cleaning; washing dishes to be specific. I have just never had any type of desire to go wash the dishes. A part of my first job had been washing dishes at a camp for two years. It was the only part of my job that really made me rethink about what I was doing. There were so many other great perks, more than enough to compensate for the type of work we do out there on the ranch where I once worked. It was gross, it was hot, and it was the definition of work.
Do you know what its like to have to scrape dinner plates for two hundred people in a kitchen with no air conditioner, in front of everyone? There are food particles flying every where. The indiscriminate mix of leftovers are slowly being washed into the sink by the hottest water I've ever touched. All of the kitchen work has to be finished as soon as possible so I can go begin on another part of my job.
Sorry for rambling. Anyways, lately I've been finding the urge to clean. I'm one of the kinds of people who hates to get my hands dirty with leftover foods and other unmentionable messes. I don't mind playing in the dirt, working on a car or actually just getting them dirty working. But ask to me to hand scrub an empty pot of mac and cheese thats been sitting out for a day, half full of cold water someone put in four hours ago, and you'll see the sour beer face.
While I was actually washing the dishes, in particular the pot with the mac and cheese, I realized that however gross this would sound on paper, I actually enjoyed the feeling of getting all of the dishes spotlessly clean. Would you like to know why?
Green dish soap, a classic yellow and green scruby sponge, a sprayer, and hot water. These are my trusty fundamentals of clean. No matter how messy some job may seem, as long as I have my devices nearby or in use, I'll be okay.
Lets face it. How many people like hot water while you're cleaning. Whether its showering, washing, or wiping something, hot water just feels clean. I hardly know anyone who hasn't, on at least one occasion, stood underneath the shower and turned it to hot, just to see how much they could stand. Hot water just feels clean.
Soap is what makes washing look clean. When the soap starts to lather, you know that something is being cleaned. The sponge helps you start and continue the bubbles the soap brings forward. What kind of person just doesn't like bubbles? The sprayer is like the one device that saves one from having to scrub so hard on the dishes, and helps when something is extremely dirty.
When I'm in my cleaning mode, there is nothing more satisfying than having a clean sink. The smell is what really stays with me when I go lay down to relax. Who doesn't appreciate the smell of clean? I can personally say that I can sleep better when I know something is clean. Whether it be the dishes, the clothes, the room, or myself, I can rest better knowing I'm clean.
Obsessive compulsive? Maybe. Sometimes I clean because I'm full of emotion. Sometimes I clean because I know somethings dirty, and deep down inside I know that no one else around me is willing to take care of it soon. Sometimes, I clean just because I need to.
Have you ever made up a game for yourself to make the time go by? Here's one that I played tonite.
i had this weird idea while i was cleaning. Sometimes, I make things into a game with myself so that they'll go by faster and I won't concentrate on the actual task at hand. I'll just be more interested in getting it finished.
The game I made up for washing dishes was kinda like a carnival/six flags kinda game. Have you ever played the game where you aim the water sprayer at a target and tried to fill up your cylinder first so that you'll win? My version was to see how fast I could spray the mac and cheese out of the pot with the hottest water. I won, by the way.
It may seem unusual to you, but what can I say. My birthday's next week, I have extreme ADHD (that, or I'm just to lazy to concentrate), and I'm cleaning. Have you ever created a game to make something go by faster. Counting stuff in church, long drives, unpleasant things. It really helps the time go by.
x posted: myspace, community