i am capable ignoring and/or of walking past/over/around something not in its place (for example, let's say HYPOTHETICALLY, an empty cardboard macaroni box on the kitchen floor. orr a sock in the back seat of my car) for days upon days upon days. MONTHS even.

my mother, either by nature or through ingrained repetative behavior (habitualness) (word?), cannot. is incapable. reeeally really doesn't like to.

it is one of our several fundamental differences. and one that contributes to her conclusion that i'm lazy, immature and generally not fit to make adult decisions.

nonsense! nonsense i tell you!