Matt says I resist some things just to be resistant. Most recently, not rinsing the dishes before we put them in the dishwasher. He suggested we just stick them in there and then run the rinse portion of the cycle before running the regular cycle. He said it would save water. I went along with the idea for about ten seconds, but I just couldn't do it. It just doesn't seem like it will work to me. I wouldn't even try it once.
Does this betray a lack of humility?
I resist whipping my kid's sleeping habits into shape. I complain about how tired I am all the time, but I go in every night with a bottle when he fusses. Somewhere in my brain I know my life would be lots easier after a week or so of tough love, but I just haven't been able to bring myself to do it. I highly recommend tough love to others, however.
I resist blogging, almost to a fault. I don't think that I have anything interesting to say, and for some reason I don't want to post endlessly about my child and his antics, of which there are many. Maybe it's because he already permeates every aspect of my waking and sleeping hours, and a girl's got to have something all her own. But I also hate the idea that all I ever do is talk about myself on here. You'd be surprised how many posts I have started and abandoned.
On the flip side, I resist making my blog private or combining forces with Matt on his blog, even though I really think I should. We both post infrequently enough that there's really no need for two separate blogs. Plus I'm starting to think that our friends and family doubt the existence of our child, as we rarely blog about him.
I resist preparing my Primary lesson, even though it takes all of half an hour - or an hour at the most. Seems silly.
I resist printing photographs. I am completely overwhelmed by the number of digital pictures I have on my computer, not to mention the hundreds of hard copies I already have spilling out of boxes and photo albums. I have no idea what I'd do with more if I printed them, and I am incapacitated by the thought of sifting through the photos from the last three years of my life to print only the best ones. I don't really even take pictures anymore. It's too much. I don't have an inordinate amount of photos of myself growing up, and my mom didn't make me a scrapbook, and I turned out fine...ish.
I resist admitting that Matt is right, when this time I think he really is right about my resistance. I'm pretty sure I'm just being stubborn and set-in-my-ways about a lot of things. Except the dishwasher. That whole not-rinsing thing is never going to work.
17 comments:
I love that I was there for the dishwasher thing. =) Good times.
And I'm starting to think the photo thing was inherited. Have you seen the basement at home?
You don't resist being cute, though.
Just tell Matt that he should do the dishes if he wants them rinsed that way. ;)
I for one think you should stop resisting the desire to blog. It's your blog, so blog about yourself, your adorable child, and your funny husband. Please.
I think you just summed up human beings in general. And the big question is, WHY? Why do we resist things so much? If you find out the secret, let me know because I'd really like to stop resisting my bathrooms that need to be cleaned!
P.S. I like your blog, you're too good of a writer to stop blogging. It would be a shame.
I agree with you on the dishes, they should never go in the dishwasher without being rinsed, it doesn't work.
ha. you crack me up resistor... I agree on the dishwasher thing. I think you should put more gratuitous photos of truman randomly in with your posts about yourself though even if it has nothing to do with him. Just because I have only ever seen the boy like once and I think that was on facebook so,... definitely. more pictures,.. then maybe if you put enough of them you won't have to ever print em anyway.
Resisting...I like that.
Far better than the "lazy procrastinator" label I have always given myself.
It takes energy and strength to resist. Next time I am sitting here, overwhelmed into inertia, I am totally going to tell people, "Sssshhhhhh...I am doing my resistance exercises."
I think "resisting" is a great term, and this is a great post. keep 'em coming.
I was resisting commenting because I don't have anything clever to say, but what they hey? I'm living on the edge!
I say let Matt try his dish idea--for a month--just to see if he is right.
I resist dating...it simply hasn't proven that the results are worth the effort for me.
Awesome blog, Bo. I'm having fun thinking of all the things I resist just because I like to tell people that I'm stubborn.
I'm also a dish rinser.
I'd like to read more about you.
I love you.
resistor.... i like that.
I love reading your posts. You should write about yourself on it because it is yours, after all.
Britt. Look at the 8 million people who can't resist reading your blog, or resist commenting. The world would probably stop resisting entering into a black hole, and be swallowed up into a light-resisting mass if you decided to resist blogging. You know you can't resist. Just resist thinking so much - and keep writing.
I say rinse the dishes. It may have worked not to, but Matt probably didn't mention how many times our dad had to take the dishwasher apart to clean it out or whether our dishwasher actually got dishes clean or not (mostly not).
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