Sunday, June 18, 2006

Tooth Paste????

So ja, once more, I wake and get on the computer. Big surprise, no? Anywho, I got to thinking about remembering and memories and such, and remembered something that happend when i was somewhere between three and five years old, and I shall share it with you.

As a small tyke, I often times had very compulsive urges for random things. It usually fit into one of three catagories: Organization, Hygene or Patterns. Well, usually once a week or so I'd go into ragging tooth hygene crazes which consisted of brushing my teeth for a few hours.

One day I go get my tooth brush and put my deliciously blue and sparkly lil kid's tooth paste on it and go up stairs to watch TV and brush my teeth. On my way up the stairs I tripped, as I often did, and I got bright blue tooth paste on the light brown rug. I don't know why, but I couldn't clean it up, so I wiped as much as I could off with my finger and washed off my hand, leaving a large amount of tooth paste still on the stair's rug. I started brushing my teeth. I stopped a hour or two later.

After a while, I went downstairs to find a large blog of dried tooth paste spread on the rug. I freaked out because it was very clearly visable and I thought I would get in a large amount of trouble for it. I thought of everything I could do to get rid of the tooth paste, but being young and frantic, I couldn't think of anything. I'd taken up the habit of napping, and sometimes sleeping on the stairs, and I thought the best thing to do, at the time, was to hide it, so I ran and got a pillow and went to sleep on the stair with the tooth paste. When I woke up no one knew about it, though, no one had gone down the stairs. Facing the fact, in tears, that I couldn't hide it forever by sleeping on the stairs, so I gave up in hopes that no one would notice at all.

The next day my mum came and asked me if I knew what the blue stuff on the rug was. I told her I didn't. At that age I thought my lying skills to be that of the best, though, in reality, they probably sucked tremendiously, heh. However, she seemed to beleive me. So I moved on.

For the next week I couldn't stop thinking about the dried tooth paste on the stairs. It haunted me until the tooth paste dissapeared. I didn't think much of it then, but now I think our house keeper must have cleaned it up. I forgot about it all for a while, and then every now and then the memory of it and the feelings of guilt come back to me. I find it interesting that something so little and rather insignifigant can effect me so. Hmm.

5 Comments:

Blogger Markon V said...

Sounds a bit OCD to me.

9:13 AM  
Blogger Markon V said...

Sounds a bit OCD to me.

9:13 AM  
Blogger Fritzi said...

ja, i may be OCD actually

1:24 PM  
Blogger Le Weegee said...

Whoa, that was a pretty weird solution there to hiding the toothpaste. Aww, so panicky... ^_^; Yeah, these little things affecting us. Mhmm. It's cool, though. I like how this affects you. =) Well, not the effect, but the affect. =P

Cheers,

Bradley

11:14 AM  
Anonymous Jonathan said...

You do realize that your are totally insane.

11:35 AM  

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