133 - People who are afraid of using white things

How about you just be more careful when you're eating so you don't put a stain on your white hoodie? Or how about you avoid going out in the rain if you're afraid your white T-shirt will get wet and become transparent? Or how about you don't drive into the mud after you purchase this white car?

Jeez, how much stress do you want to give yourself?

It's almost like being afraid of owning anything black, because black laptops, stereos and televisions might accumulate very visible dust, or because a black SUV might get rained on by wonderfully white bird faeces.

115 - Not being 100% economical

I usually take a shower in the morning because I'm the kind of guy that needs to go to bed once he gets home, and needs to be splashed with water in order to awaken and be ridden of his drowsiness. And this morning, I was squirting out shampoo from the shampoo bottle while I was in the shower, and after I had taken my share and artfully smooshed it all over the top of my head, I checked to see how much shampoo was left, and it was empty.

...Or was it?

You see, I knew there was still shampoo in that thing, there's always some leftover inside, right?

So, I turned the nozzle counter-clockwise until the nozzle came off, and I let water go in, I rinsed it out and poured it all over my head, so I could save what my family would probably have thrown away upon discovery of the bottle's vacancy. I was being resourceful.

But sadly, this seems to be the only way I can minimize wastage. I hate how we can never really get all the butter out of a tub, or all the peanut butter out of a jar. When the ketchup or mustard runs out, I just know there's a couple of milliliters of sauce stuck on the insides, but lack the fluidity to ooze all the way downwards to that little opening. Similarly to squeezing sauce out of the sauce packets you get from fast-food chains, all the strength you can muster and apply to a flexible toothpaste tube will never get all the toothpaste out.

Things that come in tiny granules like baby powder, cheese, sugar, flour, artsy glitter, and salt and pepper, tend to get stuck to the bottom of the container, or caught in between the lid and the rim. You never use it all up.

With food on a plate, everything on mine has to be swallowed, not a single grain of rice left, not even a little broccoli bud, not even a teensy weensy tiny puddle of soup in my bowl. I eat the lettuce, cucumbers and tomatoes salad that go on the side of satay or chicken wings. I lick the spoon, the fork and the knife (this is not allowed, though, right?) after eating. I chew on the residual ice after hydrating myself with an iced beverage.

But the one uneconomical thing that irks me the most comes from drinking drinks out of an aluminum can.

Let's say you take a sip, slowly. You grasp on to the can, and feel the cold condensation on the sides. You kiss the rim of the can, and feel how your lower lip just fits right there on to the curved edge of it. You raise your chin in a manner that looks like your hair's being pulled from behind, and you feel the liquid trickling out of the can, maybe on to your tongue (if you're French kissing the can), and down your throat so fluidly.

You set the can down, and wait ---
what's this? ---
WHAT'S THIS?!?!?! ---
there's some liquid STUCK on the rim where your lips used to be! ---
OH, MY GOD!!! ---
OH NOEZZZ!!!11 ---
oHeMGee1111 ---
lik dat iz so wacki duuuuuuuude ---
gar ban ugdgdgwengo gwengo eneeko????? ---
^!$!&&!$!$#*$!#%$# ---
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*ahem*

Yeah, I hate the residual liquid that comes after ever sip. I have to make sure I suck it up every single time, but it's well worth it for me.

I also have a big problem with rubbish that piles up in a rubbish bin. I reckon this is just me being weird... I usually reach for a tissue, place it on the top, and flatten everything down so that more can be placed in a given volume. Makes sense, right?

But then, I take it too far sometimes, and I guess I don't know my own strength. You'd be surprised about how much litter you can actually fit in a bin...

91 - Having to reach into the tissue box for a tissue

Your nose is running, ketchup has accidentally dripped on to your jeans, your baby cousin's mouth is covered in chocolate and you go to the tissue box for a tissue, but somebody, some imbecile that shares your tissue box, removed a tissue for his/her usage, with no tissue sticking out of the box for you to use. You have to set the box down, shove your fingers through the thin plastic cervix of a seal, possibly scrape your hand on the teethed sides of the slot (teethed because of the way the box is designed before you open them for usage), then wiggle your fingers around until you make contact with a tissue, use the tips of any two fingers to clamp on to one tissue, and pull it out with all your might.

Okay, maybe not all your might. But sometimes, you grab more than you need because you dug your fingers too deep into the pile of tissues in the box. Sometimes, you get less than you need because your sharp nails have ripped the damn thing. Whatever the case, the tissue is bound to be creased, and your application of the tissue is less pleasing since it isn't smooth anymore like a normal tissue. The side of your hand is just a teensy weensy bit sore from the side of the slot scratching you and without even realizing it, you've wasted a few seconds of your life dealing with this particular situation.

Do you know how many seconds altogether we have all wasted on this problem?

When you pull out a tissue, make sure there's one that's sticking out for someone else to grab, so you can help them save valuable seconds of their time, and help me make sense of the world. Thank you.