so i am in the shower. i have just washed my hair, and i put conditioner on it. enough conditioner.
and there is one drop of conditioner left in the tube. one drop. and i want to throw the tube away. but i cannot do that, as there is one drop of conditioner left. not enough for next time. just one drop.
so i put it on my hair. now the tube is empty, and i can throw it away.
i cannot waste the one drop of conditioner by throwing it away. but i can waste the conditioner by putting it on my hair, although i already have enough there.
and if i was only quirky this way with conditioner, it would be ok. but i'm quirky like this everywhere. my parents grew up in the war, where there was a shortage of all goods. and they taught me to feel guilty if i 'waste' something. some things are easy to decant from the old container to the new. a few instant coffee granules left in the bottle are easy to pour into the new bottle. and a little more tomato paste in the pasta sauce does not make much difference. i even stick the last sliver of the old soap on the new bar, and it bothers nobody.
but if i am full and there are still a few bites of food left, i have to eat it all. i have always admired those people who can leave a few forkfuls of food on their plate, and push it away. or leave a few bites of cake or pudding. lets face it, throwing that food away is less wasteful that eating it even if i don't want it.
of course, sometimes it is a cultural thing. where my parents taught me that if you dish up for yourself, you eat it all. you clean your plate. leaving some food is rude and wasteful. ronnie's afrikaans mother thought that if you clean your plate, it means that you did not have enough food. she would press constantly for you to take more. if you were full, then you would have left some food on your plate.
the one thing about living in africa is that no matter how holed the underwear or worn the shoes, there is always someone who has literally nothing, and who is glad to have it. so i'm spared the anguish of having to throw those away.
this morning i put the little smiley-face gadget on the toothpaste tube that lets you squeeze the last molecule out of it. mike has been using the new tube for a few days already, because he says that just because i am obsessed, it doesn't mean he has to suffer.
this is the same man who has made me get potato peels and apple cores out of the rubbish bin after i accidentally threw them in there, because they have to go to the sheep/birds/composter..
do you do stuff quirky like that too? please tell me how much precious time you waste so you don't waste a few measly cents? please remind me that i am not the only one...
jacki janse van rensburg - SCRAPPIN TIMES scrapbook shop, benoni, gauteng, south africa