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Let's un-complicate!

Those of you who have watched FRIENDS can easily remember Monica Geller, the obsessive compulsive woman, who wants everything perfect, she is so crazy that she even remembers the exact position and the design of each fridge magnet. There is also a Thanksgiving episode, in which she takes out her fine China crockery, and keeps insisting that everybody eats carefully, and someone even calls her the 'crazy plate lady'. 
While we laughed and enjoyed her craziness, if you look around, you will actually come across some weird Monicas, I have met many like that, and needless to say I have been amused.

Just this morning, I was reading the newspaper, where the rain water found it's way into some houses, due to bad drainage system and water logging. There was a lady, who complained about her 'Persian rug' worth 20k, getting damaged, I was just about to sigh and empathize, when I read her next statement, which said, that she didn't even allow anyone to step on it with shoes. Why? You have a house, you entertain people in the living room, then why would you put a Persian rug there? Even if you annoy people to remove their footwear, and then step on it, aren't you socializing there, by serving snacks and beverages/drinks? What happens when children come to your house? That means, you are constantly stressed, all the time keeping an eye on your expensive rug and not focusing on your guests. Is the rug worth it? 

There are houses which literally have brats for children, a dog, some more children coming from outside to play, and then you keep all your crystals, on display, at places where the kids can knock it over, then you stress yourself by shouting and screaming at the kids and the dog running around and having fun. Can't you  keep it out of reach? 

I know a lady, who is very fond of plants, indoor plants. She has planted them in crystal and ceramic pots, there are so many of them, the house looks like a park, and NO it is not aesthetically appealing. She has a robust, energetic 7 year old son, who loves playing with guns, pretending to be a policeman, running around the house chasing goons, and the only thing she does is shout, as she is scared that the boy might knock off the plant holders, and it might break. Why do such hideous things then? 

When you know that you have a child who is yet to become responsible, grow up, why can't you make your house child friendly? Yes, you should make sure that, you don't have a monster in making, but just simplify your life, buy expensive things if you must, but keep it out of reach for children.

I used to buy a lot of stuff until I had my son, by nature he is not destructive, but he is a child, accidents will happen. I stopped buying breakables and expensive things, I picked up a low cost rug, which is washable, easy to maintain, I don't mind the spills and the footwear. Most who deal with such 'crazy plate lady' syndrome people, would actually smirking after reading the newspaper statement. Her obsession with the rug, could not stop nature from venting its wrath.

My dad told me long ago,  and I also read it somewhere, anything that can't cry back is not worth your tears! 


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