Human Foibles Make Us What we Are. Don’t They?

I’m sitting here avoiding starting my chores. Not because what I plan to do is a whole lot of work or hard to do – I’m just feeling lazy. This lazy feeling is not uncommon the day after I’ve gone to town to run errands. Alright, so if I’m really honest this lazy feeling is not uncommon. But is complete honesty always necessary?

20130612-102956.jpg Drama in the skies starts here

When I buy something that I feel guilty about, or do something really stupid, I always tell myself it’s okay, I don’t have to tell anyone about it. It’s okay if I’m not completely honest, if I don’t go for full disclosure. The government isn’t and doesn’t, so why should I? So what’s the first thing I do? Tell on myself. Always always. It seems keeping secrets isn’t my best thing. Well, secrets that involve me, that is. If someone shares something with me and says “don’t tell anyone”, then I don’t tell anyone. But telling on myself is one of the things I do best.

20130612-103323.jpg Then it becomes complete drama

Yesterday I spent running errands. Shopping. I really hate shopping unless it’s for something fun. Fun being a relative term – for me it often means a new electronic toy. Or a really fun item of clothing like a new top. My closet says I don’t need any new clothes, so I’m avoiding them. Just like I’m avoiding craft stores. Yesterday was not fun shopping. What was nice was that a friend came with me, so we visited and had lunch out. When I’m alone, my goal is to get done and get out of town, and I don’t stop to eat. Grocery shopping especially is such a chore – at least in my opinion. You push that cart through all those aisles, checking your list, wondering what you forgot to put on your list, finding that your cart is half full and none of those items were on your list. Then you find the checkout aisle with the fewest carts in line, unload all those items onto the conveyor belt so you can pay (shudder) for them. Into bags, into the cart, out to the car, into the car, home to be carried in again, taken out of the bags, put away. Isn’t there just a lot of redundancy there?

20130612-104018.jpg Sometimes the skies are soft and feathery

Speaking of bags – I always carry with me my reusable bags. I feel righteous about using those bags. If only I could remember to take them into the store with me, but that only happens If I’ve put them on the passenger seat next to me, in full view. Some days, when I’m as sharp as a tack, I do manage to remember to get them out of the back of the van. Some days. When. I’m. Sharp. Those days come less frequently now.

20130612-104345.jpg Purple iris – it’s my favorite

Then there’s laundry. I think it’s exceedingly accommodating of my washer and dryer to hold the laundry they’ve just processed for me, since they don’t seem to buzz loudly enough to catch my attention, to remind me that laundry is ready for me now. Or they do catch my attention, but something else is much more important at that moment, so I say “just a minute” – because you know those machines hear every word I say – but then in a minute I don’t remember they’ve buzzed. I keep saying I’m going to take my rememberer in for repair, but I don’t seem to remember to do that. It’s a vicious circle, isn’t it?

20130612-104648.jpg Flower of the pine tree – lovely until it starts to explode and send clouds of yellow pollen into the air

Human foibles – that’s what makes us all individuals, isn’t it? At least part of what makes us all individuals. That’s what I tell myself. I tell myself it’s okay for me to have stupid times, forgetful times, impatient times, happy times. Because all those silly, obsessive things I do are what make me me. Like my shopping trips are supposed to go in a circle – backtracking is simply not acceptable. Like my clothes need to hang in my closet in a certain order. Today. Tomorrow when I hang up that laundry that’s been in my dryer since yesterday I’ll mess that order up, but that’s just me.

I wish for you a day of living your foibles, sharing your silliness, remembering that every one of us is imperfect and sometimes just not too bright. Never mind if you don’t feel that way, I need to think everyone does. Because. That. Makes. Me. Okay.

About Carol

I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 1 dog, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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17 Responses to Human Foibles Make Us What we Are. Don’t They?

  1. suzicate says:

    I tend to tell on myself as well!
    Beautiful photos, especially the pine flower.


  2. I’m so glad to know I’m not alone in the foibles boat! (and the photographs are fantastic)…


  3. Dear Carol,
    Thank you for sharing! You are not just okay. You are wonderful, and your foibles are all a part of the package that makes us smile whenever we see a post from you in our inbox!


    • Carol says:

      Awww, thank you Naomi

      โ€œYesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That’s why we call it the present.โ€ โ€• A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh


  4. jay53 says:

    Life would be intolerably boring if we were all perfect. That’s what I tell myself!

    I think it’s true, too. It’s the imperfections, the faults, the flaws, the silliness of people that makes life interesting. So long as someone is not cruel, criminal or malicious, etc, then bring it on!


  5. jay53 says:

    Oh, I should add dishonesty to that list, because quite frankly, it bugs me. I’m talking about deliberate deception, not self-delusion. I indulge in that, too!


  6. lisa says:

    I tell my advertising students that people buy emotionally and justify intellectually! It’s really true if you think about it. Anyway, I thought your sky shots were amazing…then I got to your pine tree flower and….WOW! That is truly lovely. Hope you had a wonderful day avoiding chores and errands. ๐Ÿ˜‰


  7. Joanne says:

    You are so very perfectly imperfect Carol! But aren’t we all? Had to laugh at some of your personal foibles….. ๐Ÿ™‚

    All of the photos are fabulous, but that last one of the pine flower looks like the petals have been knitted! Most unusual.


  8. Heather says:

    It’s good to tell on ourselves every now and then and laugh at our foibles. Much better than actually feeling bad! Besides, our foibles make us fun, if not human.
    Love the absolute drama of the second image. And I absolutely agree with Joanne about the knitted flower petals. I clicked for a larger image to inspect ๐Ÿ™‚


  9. Thanks for sharing your “foibles”, Carol. It is nice to know we all have them. Your reminder came at the perfect time. I am overwhelmed with year-end duties, celebrations and unexpected incidents so if I get off track and forget where I am supposed to be, I will mark it up to one of those moments.


  10. Rob says:

    It’s nice to know I am not alone. I am about as imperfect as can be.

    I,too, tell on myself (because I think my face is giving me away already-before I confess). It’s not a bad thing. It’s means you have a conscience.

    I, too, hate shopping, and I often must run from one end of the store to the other to get something I didn’t pick up on the first go-round. And I shop in a huge grocery store. I like shopping for books, cameras, and everything else I like to order online.

    Lazy days? Sunday through Saturday.

    Those are some of the most beautiful pictures of a dramatic sky. The flowers are beautiful, too!


  11. dawnkinster says:

    Are you sure you’re not following me around? I swear I don’t remember what I’m doing right after I start doing it. Laundry sits… Stuff sits on the stove dangerously bubbling away. And I agree with the redundancy of grocery shopping. I don’t mind the shopping so much…just the hauling and lugging and putting away. Could we hire that part out? Today I think I”ll be lazy too. Or maybe tomorrow. Yes definitely tomorrow.


  12. Oh Carol, this is a delightful – I feel the same way about the grocery shopping and laundry… and don’t get me started on dishes…… ๐Ÿ˜‰


  13. Karma says:

    All so true. Across a continent, across generations, all so true. That pine flower is really neat looking – it almost looks like someone knitted the pieces of it.


  14. Kathy says:

    May we all learn to accept our foibles and make friends of them. I am certainly working on it–some days. Other days forget and beat myself up for not living up to some inner ideals. Perfectly imperfect…that’s what we are…just like Joanne said.


  15. Judy says:

    Morning Carol. Checking on the meaning of ‘foibles’, your words touched a spot. Thank you for an enjoyable Sunday morning read and for clarifying I’d chosen the wrong word. Now – what word to use for the affects of hormones on the behaviour of women? Beautiful pine flower.

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    • Carol says:

      Are we speaking of those hormones that send out heart pounding in the presence of a certain someone, then turn around on a monthly basis baring fangs and claws, until later in life they dissipate, but slowly, slowly with much drama? If so, Iโ€™m not sure one word will do it.


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