Aside from the fact that we both have four letters in our first name and about the same hairline, I have very little in common with Phil Dunphy from Modern Family. Just like my wife has nothing really in common with Claire. And there’s really no need to ask about it, either. We have special chemistry.
Category: quirks
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Chemistry
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Toothpaste
All good things must come to an end. Such is the case with a tube of toothpaste. Sometimes I wonder if there isn’t a more efficient design to ensure that you can actually get every last bit of toothpaste from the tube when it goes ’empty’. Instead one must resort to laying the tube flat while repeatedly pushing with your fingers, a comb or brush handle to ‘squeeze’ the paste to the opening. Once you’ve reached this stage you know it will only be a matter of days before you have to do the bionic finger squeeze, a maneuver that entails folding the tube like an accordion and squeezing forcefully – sometimes requiring both hands, which is often very challenging. Because you’re using both hands, the brush is either resting on the vanity or with the handle clenched in your teeth. You can run the risk of either missing the brush all together or tipping your brush over while trying to load it; both equally frustrating if you have no more toothpaste.
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Organization
Those that know me well would admit that I have a touch of OCD. Yes, I am particular about a few things and though I can be fussy, it applies only to certain things. If you were to look at my desk you’d never come to the conclusion that I have these tendencies. Skyscrapers of paper litter my desktop in a sloppy but ironically efficient manner. I still know where to find everything. At some point I have to purge the piles to get organized… not so much for the physical benefits of being able to see my desktop but to put my mind at ease. In so many ways my work space is like compartments of my brain. The more cluttered it is, the more I’m thinking and focusing on. Empty desk, empty head.
If you think this behavior is crazy, you’ll be surprised to know that I’ve gotten extremely lax compared to how I used to be. I could justify spending an entire Saturday washing, waxing and detailing my car (toothpicks, Q-tips and all). And before you conjure up this image of some spoiled young teenager obsessing over his convertible, candy apple red muscle car just know that I did this all for a hatchback. Now that’s crazy!