Over the last few years I’ve become increasingly aware that the way I go about my daily life has a tendency to either annoy or confuse other people.
No matter what I’m doing, I always appear to be doing it wrong.
Take shopping and bill paying for example.
I’ll choose one day out of the week to go off into town and do absolutely everything that needs doing in one big hit.
This often includes paying bills ahead of time simply because I have no idea whether or not I’ll actually feel like going out on the day that the bills are actually due.
Standing in line and waiting my turn to be served by real life people inside a bank, rather than using ATM’s as I really don’t like the idea of withdrawing money out of a machine on the side of a street.
I also insist on paying for all of my purchases in cash and in person rather than using internet banking or being tempted to buy something over the phone with a credit card.
By the way, I actually don’t even have a credit card as I see no point in going into debt just to buy something that I obviously cannot genuinely afford.
No, if I can’t pay for it in cash, then I’ll either wait and save up for it or I simply won’t buy it and no amount of gimmicky popularity tripe will make me change my mind on that
According to my sister, I’ve also developed the bad habit of grossly over shopping.
Only, I don’t see it as a bad habit at all.
I see it as common sense to buy all regularly used items or any items of use that happen to be on special, in bulk, whilst grocery shopping.
Yes this means that my trips to the supermarket often take much longer than your average person’s do, but I’d rather struggle with an overly laden trolley than face the horrors of having to return to the store later in the day, or even later in the week, simply because I’ve run out of something.
Once all the bills are paid and the banking and the shopping are done, I like to decompress for an hour or so inside of the only building in town that I actually like being in.
My local library.
For me, no trip into town could ever be complete without raiding the local library for as many books and DVD’s as they’ll let me leave with.
The thrill of returning home and bolting up my lane way is only dampened by the reminder that I’ve yet to face the thankless task of unloading the car of all of the bags of groceries I’ve brought and then in turn unpack their contents away in to cupboards.
So that when my children come home, it looks to them as if I’ve been nowhere and done nothing all day, as the car is back safely in its garage and all of the shopping bags have been removed from sight.
Yes, the irony of it all bites.
Despite the fact that everything that needs to get done does actually get done, my family and friends keep questioning why it is that I continue to insist on venturing into town only one day per week.
Especially when it means that doing so equates to me becoming completely exhausted and overwhelmed by the world.
They continually tell me that trying to do everything that needs to be done all in one day is completely nonsensical and they insist on questioning me as to why I keep doing it.
Yet the answer to me is really quite a simple one and I cannot understand why they can’t see it.
You see, for me, the very idea, let alone the reality of having to go into town, is, in and of itself, so overwhelming that I can only face it if I know that I’ll only have to do it once.
I wish that I could tell them that once a week is quite enough, thank them for their concern and tell them to just go away and leave me to it.
Without offending them !
Even though they seem to have no concerns about offending me by telling me how silly I am for doing the things I do.
Once again the irony bites.
I wonder why it is, that just because I do things differently, I’m often automatically seen as doing things wrong, or in the wrong way.
This idea that if someone’s doing things differently to them, then the different person is automatically wrong, seems to be a default position for some people
Have you noticed this and if so, how do you deal with it.