I know that no one is, but I lack normal woman genes, and sometimes I feel sad about it.
For example: I do not understand the concept of hanging up clothing. Nor do I understand the principles behind making a bed. That is a lot of effort for something you’re just going to mess up again. I still contemplate hypnotherapy, to rewire the untapped anal retentive nodes in my brain, but there are few anal retentive people that I like for long periods of time, so I struggle with my limitations on my own, naturally, daily.
As I’ve stated here before, I’ve hired a house cleaner who comes every three weeks, and her expertise has brought tremendous improvement to my apartment. But what about the other twenty days between visits?
I don’t understand the philosophy behind make up and the doing of one’s hair on a regular basis. It seems boring to me. I am envious of women who prioritize this. I cannot.
Let’s move onto my culinary talents. My Grandma Cathy once said that anyone who can read can cook. I can read.
So the fiasco in the above image cannot be my fault. The recipe called for frozen spinach. Nowhere in the recipe did it say you were supposed to thaw it first. How was I supposed to know?
It turns out that normal women know these things by intuition.
Does anyone know of a good hypnotist?