The Fine Art of Disorganization February 19, 2013Posted by nrhatch in Home & Garden, Humor, Life Balance, Mindfulness.
Tags: Home & Garden, Humor, Life Balance, Mindfulness, Organization
Others enjoy a more haphazard approach to life ~ having mastered the fine art of disorganization. These fortunate folks never have to search for car keys . . . because they misplaced the car on their last trip to the mall.
These scatter-brained souls need never waste time rummaging around a mile high stack of post-it notes to find a stray phone number because:
(1) the phone has gone missing or its battery is dead
(2) service has been disconnected for non-payment of the bill
(3) while looking for the phone, they forgot who they wanted to call
(4) all of the above
Hint: The answer, for true masters of discombobulation, is almost always, “d.”
Of course, no one is completely organized/disorganized. Instead, it’s a vast continuum from one extreme to the other.
Where do you fall?
Are your DVDs and CDs alphabetized by artist and cross-referenced by genre? Are you clueless when someone asks the whereabouts of your Junk Drawer?
What is this “junque” of which you speak?
Or are you at the other end of the spectrum, having raised disorganization to an art form?
Do you buy groceries at the dry cleaners and fill up with gas at the Mexican Taquería? Do you keep pots and pans in the bathtub or store bath towels in the kitchen?
Do you wear swimsuits in the winter? And snowsuits in the summer? Do you only remember to pay the power bill once the lights go out?
If you answered “no” to any of the last 9 questions, you have not yet mastered the fine art of disorganization. You have room for improvement.
Or should that be disimprovement?
Wait! Is that even a word? It’s looks funny. Give me a minute . . . let me check the dictionary.
Hmm . . . that’s odd. I know it’s around here somewhere. I’m sure I used it yesterday. Right after I rewarded myself for organizing my desk. Oh, wait. Maybe it was BEFORE I enjoyed that fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie.
Mmm . . . cookies.
I’ll be right back . . .
Aah . . . that’s better!