Andrew must walk into the kitchen, open the fridge, stare into the fridge, close the fridge, open the freezer, stare into the freezer, close the freezer and then walk away empty handed a million and a half times a day. Can anyone relate to this? He goes through this routine every restless or dull moment of the day. Honestly, I am baffled by it. I swear Andrew is not starving to death. I mean, we are usually well-stocked! So why is he constantly on the half-hunt for food? I'll mention to Andrew: "nothing in the fridge has changed since the last time you opened it...only five minutes ago!" But he'll just shrug. I don't think he understands this compulsion either. He just understands that if he doesn't complete this task twenty-three more times before the end of the day...he just might drop dead. This is one of those mysteries of the universe that I ponder about sometimes. I didn't exactly grow up with males in the house, so I am uneducated in this area. Let me throw this question out into the cosmic void, and maybe someone can shed some light on it for me: Is this common among the men of the world? Or is my sweetheart an isolated case? Has a discovery been made yet as to the cause of this strange phenomenon? And is there hope for a cure? In the meantime, I'll sit here while my eye twitches. =)
It's All My Mom's Fault.
She's the one who ingrained in my brain so consistently since I could walk the idea that I "must not let the cold air out of the refrigerator!" Now days, when I see anyone stand too long with the fridge door open, I can feel my left eye start to twitch and the adrenaline rush through my body as I work to suppress my ridiculous desire to slam it shut. I say all of this somewhat facetiously...but my OCD in this case has gone through a difficult trial since getting married...
Posted by Rachel Ashmore at 10:31 PM