In other news, I really hate being a caricature of myself! I can't get shit done, unless there is a list from which I can cross off the task. I mean, if there is nothing on the list, things will just not get done. Maybe I'm just neurotic.
Nope. Def. with the neurotix.
There's just a lot of satisfaction in crossing things out, you know? During the summer, when I felt the most scattered, I knew that is was mostly because I wasn't taking the time to just sit down and write out my things-to-do.
I just really hate how I've had to make the time for this kind of self-acceptance: that I am one of those anal people in secret.
No, no. I am anal. OUtwardly.
Sometimes, when I end up doing something that wasn't on my list for the day, i'll write it in, just to cross it off. Because I get that satisfaction from feeling more productive. Even when its false.
And apparently, I am crazy, as well.
Lists I have:
Teach me more, please! How do you use lists?
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