A row of matching blue and white striped mugs hung neatly in his kitchen. As I reached out to grab one, he said "No, don't touch those. I never use them. They're just there to make the kitchen look nice."
I found this quite odd. His kitchen was a modern one, so he didn't have oodles of storage space. He certainly didn't have enough room to devote to these functionless "works of art". The mugs that he did use were kept, inconveniently, inside a cupboard.
But just now I found myself reaching up high for an old saucepan because I didn't want to ruin the display of my new Baccarat set hanging on the kitchen wall in an orderly progression from large to small.
This sort of thing has happened to me quite often. Looking at someone's behaviour and thinking "How strange! How weird!", only to realise later on that I shared their foibles. But I try to hide them from other people so that they don't think I'm a little queer. I don't think it's working.
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