Do These Polka Dots Make Me Look Crazy?


Sometimes, when you are talking to someone who you forget doesn’t completely know you, you say something that seems perfectly normal and then based on their reaction you realize that you are the crazy one who didn’t know they were crazy until just that moment. My moment like this? The other day I told a woman about my absolute obsession about takeout food and not eating them with anything other than the utensils from the place.

Cute, casual polka dot top outfit with jeans
Cute, casual polka dot top outfit with jeans

See, let me explain. Let’s say you and I went to Chipotle and got lunch, take it back home to eat and forget to grab forks. My friend, who is a monster, would just eat it with a metal fork. I, not a monster, would completely flip out because it changes the taste. I swear to God this is true. I don’t want a regular plastic fork. I don’t want a metal one. I want the high quality; recycled, plastic one that Chipotle I’m sure has tested for optimal eating.  It changes the experience and the taste of the food!
I also feel this way about takeout.  I LOVE me some takeout but by the time you get home, open up that container which all your food has been thrown in, it is nowhere near the same taste as when you are at the restaurant.  Pickle juice should NOT BE ON THE FRIES! (Oh by the way, don’t even get me started on how at holidays everybody has their food touching. It’s 2015 people, let’s figure out a way to build a properly proportioned plate that prevents touching.)
Cute, casual polka dot top outfit with jeans
Cute, casual polka dot top outfit with jeans
Cute, casual polka dot top outfit with jeans
Cute, casual polka dot top outfit with jeans

Top: Gap (very similar) (similar)
Jeans: Old Navy (exact)
Shoes: Target (exact and on sale! )
Necklace: Forever21 (very similar)
Bag: Kate Spade (very similar in black)

Anyway, while one woman was completely in shock at my neurotic tendencies, another woman overhead and decided she had met her takeout soul mate. To each their own. Does that make me crazy? If so, at least my crazy means I’m being crazy while eating food which is really a win.
So, what makes you crazy? You can’t read all the way to this point and not come up with something.  Okay, maybe you can because you are perfectly normal and don’t do things that make you crazy.