Am I normal??

Okay, well for those of you who know me, you can quit reading now.
And you can keep your mouths shut, please.
I have an image to maintain here, you know.

See, what got me thinking about whether I'm 'normal' or not, was the fact that I was industriously sweeping and cleaning my patio area yesterday, and a friend asked me why I was doing that.

I said that it's because we're heading off on holidays shortly, and I wanted the area to be tidy. Because I have a house sitter coming to stay while we're gone... and she'll be in that area a lot, since she'll be feeding the cats, watering the plants and all that.
Maybe she'll even be taking advantage of the barbecue, and sitting at the outdoor setting watching the sunset.
As people are wont to do.
And I want her to think that I'm a tidy person.

Which is when my friend looked at me and smirked.
She actually smirked.
And said : "Has she ever seen your bedroom?"

So here's the confession.
I'm a tidy person.
Mostly.
With a houseful of kids running amok on a daily basis, I like to keep things as clean and tidy as possible, and I think I do a pretty damn good job.

But my bedroom (which is off-limits to the kids) is another matter entirely.
I don't even think that it's permissible to call it a bedroom, because of all the odds and ends and bits and bobs that seem to end up in there. Odd socks, laundry to be put away, the collected works of anyone who has ever written a book selected writers, work papers that I have yet to sort through and put in the appropriate folders, toys that were in my pocket when I took my clothes off, a spare laptop or two and a bunch of other stuff.
A bunch of stuff.

Actually, it's more of a catch-all room.
That has a bed in it.

So there I was busily cleaning the patio ... and my friend says this house sitter is gonna see my bedroom, so that should be my priority.
And I said, but she would have no reason to open the door and look in there, so why bother?
(well yes, I know that it's worth bothering about, but I will get to it eventually. I swear.)

And then my friend says, "Well you know that people have a peek at your stuff now and again when they know they can get away with it, so it's perfectly reasonable to think that this house sitter will be peeking in your bathroom cupboard and linen closet and cabinets and any rooms that she's not actually using - particularly your bedroom.
And she will judge you."

And I said "Nooooo!!! People don't do that. Do they?"

Because see, I never have... and I've always been so reticent about even opening someone else's bathroom cupboard - even when the toilet paper roll is empty - that I'll either call out and ask permission, or I'll look in the garbage bin for a piece of used tissue or something.

Because IMO, peoples stuff is peoples stuff.
And I feel a titch uncomfortable looking at stuff that I haven't received permission to look at.

And that's when my friend said I'm not normal.

This is not... and I repeat, This is NOT my bedroom.
I don't have bunk beds, for one thing.

Excuse me, but I need to go call a locksmith now.

I don't think my friend meant that I wasn't normal just because my bedroom is messy. I think she said it because I tend to have so much (too much?) faith in people, and I trust them to do the right thing. Like not have a poke around when no one is looking. I guess I just always assume that other people will naturally do the same thing that "I" would do under the same circumstances.

You can just call me Pollyanna from now on, okay?