I have discovered something recently about my friends- they are all freaks.
It’s no secret that the Queen, the Playgroupie and I are all friends in real life. We are in the same playgroup, and have bonded a bit more over our blogging ventures. We make a pretty well rounded trio; just enough in common to have a good time together, yet just different enough that the conversation never gets dull. Let me tell you, I feel very blessed to have these two in my life.
That said, it has come to light recently that the two of them are not what I thought they were. All this time I thought they were normal, but alas, it seems they are closet anal retentives. I knew they were both fairly organized, and I knew they both had that put-together look that initially made me fearful they were Gapmoms. That alone is intimidating enough. But after the recent posts by the two of them talking about their lists and their hangups, I’m afraid I may no longer be able to be a part of their madness.
This may come as a surprise to some(ok, the people who don’t know me IRL), but I am not an organized person. At all. I have nothing against lists per se, but I don’t usually do them. The few times I bother I either lose them or forget them in the car, rendering them somewhat useless. I can pretty much be counted on to show up 10 minutes late to any event. I’m always, ALWAYS vacuuming when people get to my house, because its the last thing I do before company comes, and I am always late finishing it. As much as I strive to be better about these things, something always happens at the last minute and I always seem to come up short. I know it must drive them crazy watching me in action, just like I get a little woozy thinking about all their lists and sub-lists for something I probably wouldn’t bother to write down at all.
So why oh why oh why do I hang out with two people who profess to have serious organizational and control issues? I think part of me keeps hoping that those organizational skills will rub off on me, like through osmosis or something. They say to be successful you should surround yourself with successful people. I wonder if that is true of organized people as well? Time shall tell.
In the meantime I just try to comfort myself and say that I am the normal one, and they are the oddballs. It keeps me from questioning why they would put up with me.
It certainly ain’t for my mad list-making skillz.