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I am fascinated by refrigerators. Not in the sense that they keep our perishable food from spoiling ultra-fast, or that they keep our Ones cold (because a One that is not cold is scarcely a One at all). It’s because they almost always become a reflection of our personalities without us even realizing it. Living alone, this is especially true (I believe when multiple people share a fridge, the most dominant personality rules the exterior of the fridge, but that should be another study). Apparently others also think about this topic…

When I moved into my condo a whopping three and a half years ago, I began placing magnetic articles and other accoutrements on my cold-box. This included transplants from my previous refrigerators; going back to my dorm room from the first year of college! Like a black hole of all things magnetic and interesting, not a thing has come off of my beacon of auto-defrosting magic since!

Looking at the various paraphernalia on my fridge, I initially feel a deep sense of familiarity and warmth (ironically). On it are various memories from my past; magnets from the pizza places from college, elections of yesteryear (and the year before that), pictures of my buddies at the local winery, and postcards of random vineyards the world over. For a while, America Express was sending me magnetic versions of their credit cards… since the retail workers didn’t like me running them through the machine they ended up on the fridge (I didn’t take heed of the “THIS IS NOT AN ACTUAL CHARGE CARD” warning). There’s checklists and serving tips from my adventures in working at the wineries (Have fun - if you’re not enjoying it, how can they enjoy it?). Also included are my lolcat lolmagnets, which I have as of yet, not done a whole lot with. Finally, there’s the practical whiteboard with handy dry-erase marker attached, where I can record my grocery shopping list (I’m still trying to figure out why it regularly has “tampons” written on it), recipes (yum - Shade Mountain Mint Mojitos), or random thoughts (about 2.5 years ago I spontaneously remembered the Latin name of an outdoor perennial I liked and I will not erase it until I acquire that plant).

What does this all say about ME? Well… nothing I didn’t already know actually. I’m a politically-minded, scatter-brained pack-rat, who fondly remembers good times with friends and family. And I need tampons for some reason. (I’ll find the whiteboard violating perpetrator one of these days.)

Feel free to share images of your fridge too… What does your refrigerator say about you?