You know how you’re supposed to leave questions blank on the SAT if you don’t know the answer? Yeah, I couldn’t do that. I filled in a bubble on every line no matter what.
It drives me nuts when Jay leaves open the kitchen cabinets because there is now a gaping hole.
In my music appreciation class in college our professor told us a legend about, ummmm…. let’s say… Mozart, and how his mom/paramour/whatever woke him up with an unfinished cadence. Like playing “shave-and-a-haircut” but leaving off the “two-bits.” Mozart (or whoever this is about) would have to get out of bed just to play the last couple of notes. Obviously I don’t remember any other details about this legend except that that would drive me nuts, too.
I have a problem with unfinished things.
Well, unfinished irrelevant things, at least. Pile of laundry on the bed/chair/pool table–no problem. Half of the dishes unloaded from the dishwasher–that’s how it’s supposed to look.
But putting down a book in the middle of a chapter? Beginning a pattern of anything and not being able to complete it? These things drive me absolutely nuts to the point that I will give up sleep and forgo dessert to take care of them.
So what does that have to do with New Hampshire? Just this: Blogger lets you see a map overlay of where in the world people have seen your blog. Although people in over 100 countries have accidentally found their way here, no one in New Hampshire ever has.
It’s the only state not represented. It drives me crazy that the whole map is green…except for New Hampshire. I don’t even know what Blogger is tracking when it tells me this and it still annoys me. For all I know New Hampshire doesn’t have it’s own system and any views from there show up as Vermont. They are really close together. And seem to be hugging.
But, really, no one? Ever? I mean, I have readers in India (what’s up New Delhi?!!). And Iran. And once, someone in the Sudan stumbled here. How is it that no one in New Hampshire has ever wanted to buy their mom a “you’re the best mom” t-shirt and clicked on my blog by mistake? Go ahead, google “best mom.” You’ll see what I mean.
So, help out a neurotic and obsessive person. Get someone in New Hampshire to read this so I can move on with my life.