Much as I
dislike cleaning the fridge, I dislike even more the thought of an unclean
fridge. It just seems plain unhygienic. The thought of forgotten jars, sticky
surfaces, crumbs and the possibility of mold… did I just say MOLD? Yeah, that thought
right there can give me a sleepless night or two. So to get a good night’s
sleep I have to ensure I have a clean fridge. Okay, a relatively clean fridge
will do too.
So if I am
going to do it anyways, why not correct my attitude about it? Why not just get
on with the darn cleaning? Why waste the energy in humming and hawing and
dreading the deed? It’s not like I ever found a dead mouse in the fridge. We
did come close, in my opinion with a jar of “dog water” that almost made it in
there for a certain eight-year-old’s “research” endeavors. But the idea with
all its potential for research was shot down by a cruel mother.
So if I can’t
be at ease till it’s cleaned, why not then just drop the sense of unease surrounding
it. There is so much else that falls in the same category. And the amount of
thought and energy I give to the matter tires me more than actually getting it
done. Hmm… wonder if writing about it qualifies as further indulging my
thoughts, or am I freeing myself from them?
Well, I am
done writing. A certain fridge beckons. And I’m on my way… 
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