Why do I go and look at crafts, fall in love with them, and then refuse to buy them? Instead of just bringing them home with me I insist on buying the materials and making whatever it is by myself.
Why do I NEVER shut the lid on shampoo and conditioner bottle? I mean how easy is it to just shut the cap rather then leave it open for water to get in it.
Why can't I function if I know that the carpet doesn't show lines or if the pillows are not on the right spot on the couch? No lines and messed up pillows does not mean that anything is dirty.
Why do I drink Mountain Dew sometimes before bed when I know I won't be able to get to sleep. It would be so much easier if I just got a glass of water, not to mention a better choice.
Why do I go to bed with wet hair when I know tomorrow it is going to make for some serious frustration trying to tame it. Taking five minutes at night to dry it would make for such an easier morning.
Why is it that every time I go to the movies I freeze? All I need to do is bring a jacket and problem solved.
Why can't I run without listening to music? For six years during school in Track and Cross County I ran all the time and never had music.
Why do I worry so much about what people think of me? I am who I am, and what people think of me should be my last thing I worry about, but somehow it still seems to bother me.
Why should some people have the luxury of having clear skin while others don't? I mean I try so hard to keep my face clean but, it never fails more and more breakouts.
Why do I curse without thinking twice about it when I am with friends and Nathan, but when I am around my family those words never happen to come out even though I am still being myself. I am 24 years old, it is not like I will get in trouble. I think it is just out of respect that they are my parents.
Why do I cut my hair when I know I want it to grow long? Every time I grow my hair out I turn around and chop it off. It doesn't make sense.
Why do fingerprints on anything drive me insane? But, I guess if there were not fingerprints then I wouldn't have the relationship with Windex that I do.
Why do I get sad when Nathan leaves for the day, when I know he is coming back later? I seriously should just be happy that he isn't leaving for months.
Why can't I lay down on the couch without grabbing a blanket? I might not even be cold, but having that blanket just comforts me.
Why is it that when I get on a computer I find myself logging onto Facebook without even realizing I am doing it? Half the time I long on to log right off and onto something else. Just a bad habit.
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