My mascot and and example of the crap that adds to my brain clutter
Over my nearly three decades on the planet earth I have come to accept things about myself. I am awkwardly loud, I will always be very noticeable, I should never wear heels, and I am just not an organized person.
I have a deep burning desire to be an organized person. I enjoy organizing things and when I am stressed out I rearrange things. When I am on the verge of a total meltdown I make list and the more lists I make, the more gonzo I am about to go. I really love the idea of being an organized person, in theory at least. I simply don’t have the attention to detail. Small things elude me, thus my constant comma mistakes, and my organizational systems slip all to hell.
Now, because I am me, there are things that I am super neurotic about. I have a system for my drinking glasses and coffee cups. There is a certain way they fit into the cabinet best and they need to go in there that way. If someone else puts them away and they don’t follow the pattern, I will go behind them and rearrange the cabinet. The other cabinets can be a total crazy mess but that one shelf needs to be a certain way.
Another thing I am really crazy about is my computer desk top. I have certain icons certain places. The icons I use the most are in the middle of my screen. Pictures that I have found but haven’t submitted are in the lower left corner. Pictures that I have submitted but haven’t been either scheduled or trashed are at the top of my screen. Its the way I do things. If I were an organized person I would have folders on my desk top labels something like “Potiental Posts” and “Pending Posts” but I am not actually organized, just insane.
I would say that in this new year I would start trying to be more organized. I could say I will hang up all of my clothes as soon as they come out of the dryer or clean out my car once a week. I should say once a month I would go through all of my cabinets and rearrange everything and that I will go through my house and get rid of everything I never use. I have looked at all of my stuff and planned how I would organize everything or thought about the best way to make sure there isn’t the pile up I get. I know what I should do, just like I know I should stop drinking soda and I should walk 15 miles a day, but I know I won’t. I’m just not that person. I think I just function better in a certain level of chaos, or I tell myself that.
What is really funny is that both my best friend and my boyfriend are extremely organized functional human beings. Everything really does have a place in their lives. I am in constant awe of how methodical they are about things. I am always in constant awe that somehow they manage to keep me in their lives. I think it is deeply repressed masochistic tendencies on their part. Another theory: God has a really twisted sense of humor and things that every organized, methodical person needs a tornado like me. My purp0se in life is to thwart any one’s attempts at order. Does it count that I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass?
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Sometimes I get really ocd and organize the shit out of things after several glasses of vino or a good bowl. And then I wake up and wonder, how did the dishes get washed or who vacuumed the floor?!