I am a very sticky person. You only need to tell me one of your quirks, your worries or your superstitions and it will stick with me.
If someone tells me that they believe that eating from plastic containers is bad for you I usually glare at them like they are a bit strange. I try to make up some scientific reason why they are wrong and I am right and then when they leave I start to feverishly read through millions of pages of Google searches. I usually end up hurling my entire plastic collection into the bin. This happens each time I am told of something in my kitchen that is killing me. Luckily though for Coca Cola Australia and Maldon I cannot be spoken out of diet coke or copious amounts of salt.
I know other people that are sticky like me but in different areas. For instance there are people that allow other people’s moods to stick to them. I once worked with someone who could best be described as vapour. She was without any substance of her own but she would take on whatever the general mood of the office was.
On Monday Vapour would arrive without any personality or mood of her own and within ten minutes of being in the office she would have a hangover just like everyone else. If someone was angry she was angry until she went to lunch with someone that was happy. There was a time when three of the girls in the office were pregnant. We considered covering her in a condom so that she didn’t take on their pregnancy.
A friend of mine works with someone who she claims is Teflon. Whatever is going on at the office she escapes it – absolutely nothing sticks to her. The entire company can be brought before the CEO in shackles (not that I think this happens often) but somehow the CEO will tell her to wear ballet shoes and dance to the kitchen to avoid the meeting. If she does something that is wrong and it affects the company’s performance or impacts other people in a negative way, she always manages to slide off the blame – she just won’t wear it. She really is very Teflon.
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I’m sure that state of mind dictates how sticky you are or how much Teflon coating you are covered with, I know that when I am feeling low I tend to take more stuff on and that when I am in a happier place it is easier to let things slide. And I am pretty sure that you can be very sticky in some areas and Grade A Teflon in others, I just wish there was something other than Maldon salt and diet coke that I was Teflon about.
What about you – are you Teflon or are you sticky?
I have made a mental note to myself to NEVER tell you any of my superstitions, I would feel terrible if you anguished over them……The only exeption to that though is the one superstition that is very true !!!! And that is if you step foot in WBJ, you will come home broke:-)
I’d love to be Teflon, I truly would! In fact, I use the term “I’ll just let that slip off like I’m Teflon”
Ha! Not a freaking chance – this baby is covered in barbs, that catch the stickies, then get caught on the wires And then, well … It’s not pretty and I’m not going to go further.
So – examples did you say?
1. Someone feels sick – stick! Yep, me too
2. I hear a song I don’t like – stick. – goes round & round in my head
3. Any food with tendency to add calories – well, der of course Stick!!
4. Asked to remember ANYTHING – yep, STICK !
But sometimes, I do lose my glasses…which is why I have “back up glasses”
Glasses don’t stick unless I wear them.
Too sticky… unfortunately!
I am so sticky with information and brooding on things people tell me. Bad or good. I never forget. I’m like an elephant (but I can ride a bike).
I was Teflon in high school though. Everything that could go right for me did. I was so Teflon you could cook an egg on me and get it off right away (assuming you got there before I ate it).
It’s a bit of a mixed bag these days. I have learned to be so Teflon with what people think of me and yet so sticky elsewhere.
I kind of like it.
Interesting thought process going on here. I’m sticky – but I like to present as Teflon. Which means I carry it around but try not to let anyone see. And yes, that’s exhausting.
I’m not sure I know ANY mother that is Teflon. Once we’ve had kids, it’s just like we’ve been put through the dishwasher too many times rather than washed by hand. (OK, am possbly losing it with this metaphor a bit here, but basically- a lot more sticks now, because there’s much more at stake than just me.)
Sadly I think that I am sticky. The Coach is Teflon. Le Artiste is turning out sticky and Petal, Teflon. I’m hoping that the balance will keep us all sane.
“If someone tells me that they believe that eating from plastic containers is bad for you I usually glare at them like they are a bit strange.”
I think you might’ve said “I forgot how weird you are”
Ha ha great article once again S.P
I think I am kind of Velcro – y. I stay away from the hooks in a theory or idea for as long as I can sustain my arguments against it but as soon as you have won me over logically or emotionally, I am stuck, sticky, and hooked in. Not for life though. You could rip me off my logical “stickedness” again and I would complain loudly as you ripped me away but I would agree to be apart until and if the next strip of logic confronted me.
Am so sticky it’s ridiculous. Other people’s moods are as contagious as conjunctivitis. On one hand cf something good happens to a friend then I’m the first one to be twirling round with excitement. But it also means that I often find myself crying while watching ads for fabric softener, or unable to tune out in front of medical dramas because I get too stressed by association. Must get better at this.
I can be a bit of both.
Mixed bag here. X
I am a bit of both.
A mixed bag here. X
I’m not sure. I’m a total fence sitter, so I rarely get into heated debates and hate confrontation, so I guess I’m a little bit of a Teflon Kid by default.
Am on Kindy Committee this year for first time ever and far out, that is a blog post needing to happen but can’t for fear of retribution. I shit you not. These women are certifiable. Those women are total Teflon.
I resent teflon types and can’t stand vapour. I guess that makes me sticky.