It’s been a time of weird thoughts, and weird statements from my family this week. I’m sure there was some logic in there somewhere…but I’m still searching…
My two sons work from home a lot – as many people now do, and more often than not, they take their lunch in their rooms to maximise the time they have available. On one occasion though, the youngest took his lunch with us in the kitchen. As this was something of a rarity, we politely asked him why…apparently because he needed a shave. No, I have no idea either!
After lunch, my wife and I were discussing something trivial which I can no longer remember – but the subject isn’t important to the story. I merely suggested she should ‘Google’ the answer, and she asked me if I would do it instead – passing me her ‘phone. Oh, ok…why? Because her feet were hurting…Nope, no clue.
Have you ever had the most bizarre and banal thought pop into your head? I have – I found myself wondering what deodorant the super-rich use. I have no idea where this thought came from, nor its motivation, but I did spend an inordinate amount of time wondering where they buy theirs from…Surely they can’t just use RightGuard or Sure, like the rest of us mere mortals. I hope they don’t – I imagine them smelling beautifully, clean, alluring, and…well…rich.
I’ve also developed a profound dislike for my bathroom scales which came to a head this week. Hear me out…ever since we’ve bought these all-singing, all-dancing, bells-and-whistles scales, I have been disappointed with the outcome every time I have mounted them (titter ye not). I know it isn’t technically the fault of the scales, but I now associate them with crushing disappointment. Crushing disappointment after weeks of clean eating and large, frequent bouts of exercise…even when I know my clothes feel better and less snug! I genuinely don’t like them. They’re horrible things (to me). Time to focus less on the many digital readings, and more on how I feel, and how my clothes fit my skin. Take that, Withings!
