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Despite being young, progressive, and lucid in most ways most of the time, I feel like I’m prematurely senile when it comes to organization in life. No one can force me to keep a schedule—not even with pointy sticks.
I’ve mentioned this curious inability to keep a calendar before, but it only just occurred to me how strange it really makes my life. I was thinking about the things I wanted and meant to do yesterday, and mentally comparing them to what I had in fact done, when I realized they weren’t even remotely the same.
In fact, yesterday went something like this:
- (The night before I promised myself I’d get up early)
- My alarm went off at 11, I turned it off and slept until 12:30.
- I separated my laundry into light and dark loads, then washed them together.
- I decided to spend some time reading and writing, so I invited my friend James to come over.
- I meant to go throw the frisbee in the park with my friends Jeremy and Brittany
- I tried to return Perfect Dark Zero, because it sucks unbelievably, but they wouldn’t take it.
- I missed frisbee at the park, and threw the football with James instead.
- Went to dinner and then to see a movie, except no movies were showing, so I promised myself I’d go to bed before 3am
- At around 3:30am, I realize that I never put my laundry in the dryer, give up, and go to bed.
As a way of fighting this problem, I should really start carrying a small electro-shock device that zaps me whenever I change thoughts midstride. Or just take massive amounts of Ritalin.
