I often dream of living in a bubble. Some say I already do. This rickshaw in London is a close approximation. Unfortunately, other people have been breathing in it. So no go. This plastic wrap will protect you from other elements like rain, pollution and the evil eye.Hit.
While imagining myself living in a bubble I start to think about all the beautiful things in life that you'd miss out on by living in a bubble. I think of the smell of the spring flowers, the fresh rain, the sounds of the birds and how I can do without any of those as long as I don't have to breathe other people's breath!
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
While imagining myself living in a bubble I start to think about all the beautiful things in life that you'd miss out on by living in a bubble. I think of the smell of the spring flowers, the fresh rain, the sounds of the birds and how I can do without any of those as long as I don't have to breathe other people's breath!
ReplyDeletelove the bike! go friendly wheels!
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