posted by
alexist at 12:06am on 31/07/2003
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Picked everything up, put away the various books & papers scattered around, dusted the furniture, ironed the clean sheets and put them on.
I know it's totally anal and ridiculous to iron sheets. Every week (ok, sometimes 10 days) when I do it, i think about how stupid it is and how much time I waste on it. It gives me a certain weird satisfaction, though. Cleaning and cooking do that. I don't understand myself. I always thought (or was raised to think) that being intelligent meant you were supposed to do things that stretched your mind, and actually doing things was somehow not good enough. That's one of the reasons I never thought of something like cooking as a career--I was a smart girl, therefore I should go to college and write papers and get a nice white-collar job. I'm not necessarily putting that down, but it can be a very limiting way of thinking.
I know it's totally anal and ridiculous to iron sheets. Every week (ok, sometimes 10 days) when I do it, i think about how stupid it is and how much time I waste on it. It gives me a certain weird satisfaction, though. Cleaning and cooking do that. I don't understand myself. I always thought (or was raised to think) that being intelligent meant you were supposed to do things that stretched your mind, and actually doing things was somehow not good enough. That's one of the reasons I never thought of something like cooking as a career--I was a smart girl, therefore I should go to college and write papers and get a nice white-collar job. I'm not necessarily putting that down, but it can be a very limiting way of thinking.
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