The Orgnaized Person.....

The Organized Person.....

Has a superior life.

And is more productive. And just BETTER. In general.

Don't you think?

They are sure to have an enhanced mental state as well......because things aren't always hanging over their head. Their car is clean and their laundry is forever done. They never run out of TP and they wouldn't DREAM of having lint on their clothes.

Becuase they are organized. And prepared. And "on top of it".

I find this (organization) also goes hand in hand with the over-achievers as well....Meaning, if you find one, more likely than not, you will find the other.

Which, really isn't fair if this whole "organized thing" is nature v nurture.

Should I be punished because my nature sucked? Should I???

Maybe.

So can this illusive trait be taught or is it simply a way of being?

If I used all of my powers, could I become organized and super-duper clean? And If I do, will it, then change the FABULOUS personality that I already poseess?

These are subjects that MUST be scrutinized people.

I say it's both. Or can be.

For me, I'm just going to have to be taught. It really does not come naturally (Enter loud shocking gasp!).

I much prefer to just drop a shirt on the floor than hang it up. Eventhough it takes the same amount of time.

Warped thinking. I admit.

I do have my moments of organization. Short lived, but nontheless, they do exist. But as a rule, I have too many clothes and spots on my dishes and a freezer that hasn't been cleaned out since......well...who knows when.

Literally.

NO ONE KNOWS.

My Christmas decorations are organized.
Minus the lights.
No duh.

That, really is the Hub's job though...Lights....a very manly thing to be in charge of. Feather dusters and tutus (What? I like to dress up in costumes a lot)?

Not so much.
Do you see the rationale here?

I think the key is streamlining.

AND daily duties. Cleaning/organizing something every day. You can't just expect to spend 1 weekend a quarter going through everything.

You must maintain.
ONE MUST MAINTAIN.
Clearly.


This is all blah blah blah becasue even as I'm writing it thinking about all of the drawers containing WHO IN THE WORLD KNOWS WHAT CRAP, I'm like....uh...who wants to do that tonight!? NOT ME.

This is why it is crucial for me to have an assistant.

Or a mini-me. Preferrably putrid in the looks department and whizardly at everything else. And she cannot have bad breath. I always think someone will have bad breath if they are putrid.


So there's my Christmas list.

A putrid looking assistant.

Get on it.

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