Sunday, May 06, 2007
When I'm packing...it's like...
I know I despise it for some reason...besides the obvious one.
Packing reminds me of something.
It's driven me nuts trying to figure out what it is I hate so much that is so similar to packing.
Last night in the bed it came to me!
When I was almost asleep it hit me. Into my dark room, I blurted out the word...
I hate Tetris.
Packing is just like playing Tetris.
Wicker baskets and wooden crates and picture frames, falling from the air into a cardboard abyss.
It's so frustrating.
When playing Tetris and packing, I realize my brain doesn't roll that way. It's broken.
When the shapes fall, there are always gaps that I could not foresee when the object was in mid air.
When I go to put the next item into the box it doesn't fit at all...like not even close, but I could have sworn it would before I physically tried to place the new object in the box.
I never play Tetris.
Just being near the game of Tetris makes me feel nervous, sweaty and like a failure. If my kids are playing it...I divert my eyes from the TV when I walk by.
I hate it that much.
I won't even look at my own blog since this picture of that wretched game is on here.
Just looking at it makes me feel dumb.
Now I've had to feel dumb into 9,000 boxes.
My self esteem is suffering because of moving.
Down with Tetris.
Down with packing.