My “Seriously??” Moment

It is late and instead of being asleep for the past two hours I have been tweaking things here and there and everywhere, instead of simply writing the short post I intended. For example, it took me an hour to figure out that my blog theme is one of four that doesn’t have Options on the Links Widget. Terrific. At least the blogroll is back up there and has been updated.


I love my man. I really, really do.

Yet the longer time passes as we live together, the more I find examples which perfectly illustrate how differently we think and operate. I have many but few are able to be so perfectly captured by two snapshots.

Over the weekend, I noticed that the plastic bin in the bathroom which houses extra toilet paper was empty. I thought we were totally out when my wonderful boyfriend pulled the remaining eight rolls or so from another closet. Delighted we didn’t have to resort to kleenex and paper towels until we got new toilet paper, I kindly asked him to refill the bin. He ever so willingly obliged.

If I were more of a control freak – and I really am one – I might have “checked his work” sooner. However, in working on not being ‘that person,’ I didn’t think twice about it. Then, as is the natural way of things, the first roll ran out and I went to the bin to get another. Here is how he – and most men would – refilled it:

Toilet paper stocking, man style.

I burst out in a shocked laugh. “Seriously?” I said to myself.

Muttering some more with things like, “I should have known” and “Figures,” I rearranged the toilet paper. There is no way I would be able to sleep with that kind of mess going on. Isn’t that so completely irrational? Yet there is no way I could not NOT fix it.

The compulsive or "normal" way to stock TP.

I really can not think of another way to demonstrate just how polar opposite these approaches are. One takes the extra twenty seconds to get as many rolls in to the bin as neatly as possible, making it look nice and ready when we need it. The other says that the person can’t be bothered to care about how something as trivial as toilet paper should be stocked and at least it’s in the bin so what are you complaining about?

And let’s face it. It’s not the end of the world. But it goes deeper than this. This kind of haphazard “arranging,” if you can call it that, extends to other organizational and cleanliness tendencies around the home. I simply do not have the time or energy to delve into it but let’s just say that this is just a metaphor for how each one of us does things. I’ll have to write more on this at another time. My dog is staring at me non-stop and nudging my elbow, urging both of us to climb in bed where we belong.

Still baffled by the line of thinking that believes the arbitrary throwing of the toilet paper is “fine,” I must bid goodnight and get some sleep.


  1. Kevin Schneider says:

    I seriously had no idea that this is what you were laughing about the other day.

  2. Aunt Julia says:

    Oh Zoe, your BF is very much his father’s son in this way.

    I do have to say, however, that all men are not like this. Our Dad (i.e., Kevin’s Gpa) was so very NOT like this. he was very neat–although by no means “Sleeping with the Enemy” neat–he had lots of piles of papers or books or things (very Germanic “effort-saving appliance” type of guy. Aunt Sheila is also like this. Why would you put papers in files or away in a drawer if you might “use” them at some indeterminate point in the future? Better to have them neat and “on hand” “in case you need them,” even when that might mean 3 weeks/months/years/decades from now, there is still no sense in putting them away!) As long as something was stashed/stored/stacked neatly, he could live with it. So, he would have voted with you and I on your poll. AND, for the record, if one of his kids left the TP jumbled in the drawer, they would have stacked it and re-stacked it a few times to reinforce the proper stacking procedure (ahhh the German background reinforced by military training).

    It’s part of the relationship fun, though, isn’t it, to find some of the ways you think differently? Oh, and…I’m very much enjoying your blog! πŸ˜€

  3. Thanks, Julia! I’m so glad you’re liking it. I definitely think Kevin has some Germanic traits but this is not one of them. I think a girlfriend at work voted with you. I refrained from hitting my own poll button, since it’s clear what I prefer haha.

    And I do enjoy the differences that make the world (i.e., our relationship) go ’round. πŸ™‚

  4. Yes, irrational; but I COMPLETELY understand! Maybe it’s the control freak in me, too? While I wouldn’t lose sleep over it (or so I say :-P), I don’t see a reason NOT to stack it neatly and properly. There are many reasons. A) It just looks better. 3) You can fit more things into the drawer. VI) It doesn’t mash the nice fluffy rolls into squashed uselessness. Exhibit X) Because I said so! Thank goodness the guy I’m dating is ALLEGEDLY fine with this neurosis (or so he says…hmmmmmm) and shares in its divinity. Then again, we’re a different breed of men πŸ˜‰

  5. I hide them all around the house and leave clues for my guests.

    It’s not very popular.

  6. Haha! A TP scavenger hunt. I can only imagine…Thanks for stopping to read πŸ™‚

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: