Wednesday, January 5, 2011

livin' la vida loca.


If anyone ever doubted I'm a bit crazy, read the below definition and tell me this doesn't describe me perfectly.

anal retentive (adj) // term used conversationally to describe a person who pays such attention to detail that the obsession becomes an annoyance to others, and can be carried out to the detriment of the anal-retentive person. thanks wikipidia.

"Pays attention to detail" is an understatement.

"Annoyance to others" doesn't justly describe the turmoil I put myself through in my head. :)

I constantly doubt myself and totally over-analyze.

For example, every time I go to the ladies' restroom at work I get panic stricken as I turn the corner because I fear it's the men's room. How terribly horrifying would that be!? However, I'm pretty sure the location of the woman's restroom was all I knew at my job for my first 3 months of working there. This should not be an issue.

Every night when I leave work, I tug on my desk drawer no less than 4 times to make sure I locked it. My desk neighbor does it too, so I'm not the only crazy one in the office.

I count the number of "tasks" required to get ready in the morning and before I go to bed. If I don't complete these 5 steps, I'm pretty sure the world may end. Or I'd end up at work without pants on. Both terrible outcomes.

I know precisely where I've left my belongings. If something is out of place or new in my home I notice it in an instant. As in, the nude Statue of David magnet my roommate "snuck" onto the fridge, the "porno for women" 2011 hunky men calendar that ended up in our kitchen, or the blankets misplaced from our living room.

I think you get the idea.

Luckily, I can laugh at myself about these little "quirks." Everyone has weird habits, right? But perhaps I should lighten up a bit in 2011!? Agree?

I'll add this to my list of New Years' resolutions...along with being more punctual {notice my resolutions being determined on January 5th...not off to a promising start}, packing my lunch three times/week, and flossing daily {I heard it can add 6 years to your life...not sure how?}.

BTW, I hope you readers can sense the sarcasm in this terribly long list of rambles post.

Now off to bed. I'm resolving to get 8 hours of rest each night...

...and hopefully dreaming of something more interesting to write about!

1 comments:

Krista said...

bahaha! my mom and i both laughed about this! so funny. i will say you're getting better since i've known you, but i've picked up on the tardiness trait :)