My coworker moved over to our office this week. On Tuesday she called to ask if she should bring her nice wood bookcase- would there be room or need? Now, if I'd remembered I have OCD, I would have tried to think of a logical reason that we didn't need it, that there wouldn't be room. Because after all, bedbugs like wooden furniture.
But I "forgot" and I answered like "normal" me. I thought a wood bookcase sounded pretty and said, "sure, bring it over. We can always get rid of it later if we don't have room."
It took a full 24 hours before I thought, hey, what the heck. That was TERRIBLE advice! Haha. It felt good.
In the end, she didn't bring the bookcase. But it was not because of me, and I'm glad about that.
But on to the remembering. Yesterday morning I walked out my front door only to be faced with my neighbor's overflowing garbage can. A crow was pulling a half full bag of dry cereal out of the top. That accomplished, the bird dropped it all on the ground and had a a feast. So I spent the day ruminating about garbage again. Grumble, grumble.
On the positive side, I pledged not to touch (as in "fix") their can or their garbage, and so far I've kept the pledge.
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