Saturday, October 24, 2009

I've just noticed something.

There are some people in this world who are very ordered and organised. They plan, they book stuff, they know that on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday they are doing this, this and this. And then on Thursdays they will do that. And that will happen because of children or the way they're made.

I, on the other hand, am not one of those people. I am spur of the moment. I make holiday plans at the last moment. I am a useless planner. I know I will generally do my GST the day before it has to be paid. I will get as close to a deadline as possible before I deliver a project.

Basically, unless I have to be organised, I will just plan as I go and do things when I please and I as I feel like it.

As far as something like blogging goes, I just do it when the mood takes me, or when I have an idea. I couldn't tell you how often I do it, when is the most regular time time of day I do it. I just do it, whenever.

I wouldn't have a clue how often I do it, either. I just do it.

So you can imagine it was with horror this morning that I noticed how many blog posts I have done each month of this year. (Take a look to the *looks at hands to see which hand has got the mole on it*right).

Out of nine months, there have been SEVEN months where I've blogged exactly twenty-two times.

Holy shit Batman! My subconscious is organised.

Now, if only I could channel that organisation to my conscious state, I think I would be a hell of a lot more productive.


Fat Sparrow said...

Hey, you go, girl! Right now I couldn't get my poop in a group with a shovel and 3 helpers.

And it's so much easier to comment on yours than to blog on mine!

injaynesworld said...

I am such an anal-retentive control freak, I must write everything down and plan, plan, plan... Also, because my brains cells seem to be dying at an alarming rate lately and I can't remember shit.

Look at all those posts! I'm lucky if I can get two a week done. Again, what brain cells aren't dying often seem to be clogged in muck and mire. I have no idea what "mire" is but it went nicely with "muck."

Fat Sparrow said...

If you're posh, the mud outside your house is "mire," and if you're common, the mud outside your house is "muck." Hence the phrase "Common as muck." Or was that "Common as fuck"? Can't remember. Oh well, I think everyone knows which one I am, hahaha.

laughykate said...

Fat Sparrow, I do like it when I hear there are people whose brain operate in the same way.

Jayne, you may be an anal-retentive control freak, but you know it. Anal-retentive control freaks who are in the closet are the worst. Besides, I bet you get a shitload more achieved in a year than I do!

Mwa said...

That's very funny. I think my blog is the only place in the world where I am semi-organised. Weekday? Check. Blogged? Check.

laughykate said...

Your internetself is an organised one!

laughykate said...

Ohh, missed you there Fat Sparrow, sorry! What a great piece of information to pull out.Taking that and running with it.

Holemaster said...

I am a very organised person in the body of a disorganised person. I did work out recently that my anxiety was due to leaving things on the long finger. I really must get around to making lists.

laughykate said...

I am exactly that, HOlemaster. My desk is a tip, yet I know where to burrow to find whatever I am looking for.