Hey Weekenders
Hope you're all smashing it up this weekend.
This weekend's topics got me thinking...it's something that I occasionally do and while I was thinking of all the profound mysteries that we have in our weird, wacky world - there is one that still plagues me.
Having recently moved house (again) I had the annoyance pleasure of packing up my tupperware. It hadn't even been a full year since I last did this, so you would expect it to have been relatively organized, right?
Wrong.
Well, not entirely I suppose. To be blunt, I partly blame my offspring who has an affinity for playing with plastic containers outside. You know - to put sand, stones, mud, flowers, food colouring etc into. It's the art of potion making and it keeps the little ones busy for (sometimes) hours at a time depending on the quality of the ingredients that are readily available.
Unfortunately it doesn't bode well for your tupperware drawer as you will no doubt find that when you need to put away the left over chicken wraps that you simply can't.
And then you realize how many containers have been vanished to outside - because almost always the lids are left behind and do not accompany the other half of the vessel. It must be a very panicky, anxiety filled life as a tupperware lid. If the lids are kept separate to their counterparts, I imagine them staring at their bottoms as if to will them to never be whisked away never to be seen again.
So the thing is that so many people tend to have this problem or the reverse of it. There are almost always too many lids for the containers or too many containers and not enough lids. I even had a freakier experience this last move when I had lids that I had never seen before and certainly didn't have any bottoms as if they were tupperware lid exchange students or something just as bizarre.
There have been countless philosophies in the past, many of which have now been disproven by science. I'm starting to sway more towards conspiracy theory here though because for every tupperware part that seems to vanish, there seems to be an equivalent number of single socks that scamper off somehow. Do you think that they perhaps get sick of each other while in the sock drawer (especially if you roll them into each other when you pack them away) - do they have an argument that goes
"Oh susie leave me alone, your thread count with me is wearing thin"
or
"Patrick go shove yourself into Mary's shoe again and I swear I will unravel you".
I mean - it could happen right? And what if your partner is really pedantic and you develop a hole? Do you get thrown out because socks don't have opposable thumbs and couldn't help you mend even if they tried?
I think there's worlds here that we aren't even aware of. The old nursery rhyme Hey diddle diddle ... the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such fun and the dish ran away with the spoon.
Maybe it wasn't a spoon at all? Maybe it was a sock all along but it was hard to see because of the lighting and so the rhyme has been the cornerstone to unraveling the mystery all along we just didn't know it.
I'm almost convinced there's more to this than meets the eye.
What do you think? While this is all in the name of fun, I am sure keen to hear your theories on solo socks and tupperware tupperwhere tops.
