Assume Nothing

I am developing my own simple guide to work through my shit. It is making lists! No really, it is all about setting things to a list. As long as everything is checked off the list things are fine. Then, start another list. Filing is an important thing to prefect. Now one would think this is basic organization, but when one is dealing with something emotional it is a little tougher than you might think. Then there is another little problem… someone else is putting cogs in my organizational skill set. I have no idea, where the empty file folders are anymore.

Okay this will be a short rant.

I can never find anything in my house because the minute I put it down on a surface it is literally gone into some illogical corner, desk, and drawer, anywhere in my house. As anyone who lives with someone that is MR and is ODC about things on surfaces can tell you organization, no matter how good you are, cannot be achieved when trying to locate things where they were originally placed.

I am here to say, tools have been discovered in dresser drawers, software in the kitchen, and paint tape found in packed suitcases that where stored empty. Things are eventually found, but only after I have been replaced something out of frustration, because their whereabouts where surely never to be seen again and the house has already been searched top to bottom. I have actually bought my transcript five times in two years, replaced my passport twice, and my birth certificate well, hell I suppose the State of California can always send me another sealed photocopy.

This would not be so damn frustrating, but when asked said person with OCD where something is, he doesn’t understand what it looks like or that it was there. He only knows that it was on a surface and that alone upset him so he had to move it, to make it clean. Sometimes I wonder if he is just fucking with me… after all he is my son.

So you can see when I say I am having problems getting my shit together I really am! It seems as soon as I clean one area and know where everything is I make the mistake of laying something down, and it isn’t there anymore. Last night I had a post card beside my bed, I left the house for fifteen minutes and today I found it in the kitchen. My room is off limits. I will not even get started about my office area.

Tomorrow I am buying two shredders (it is on the list)… one for my son-in-law and one for me to get rid of piece of paper that does not have anything to do with anything that is not important. The next thing to be added to the list is to go through every drawer and write down what goes in there. If I have to turn my house into a where things go for idiots, so be it…I am turning into an idiot so I might as well be prepared.

Actually considering my OCD house mate if I had enough money I would just take pictures of everything all of the time and ask… where the fuck did you put this… or better yet have a machine that says, “Where did you put this?” with a picture to match it to. Perhaps this would help both of us… me with checking items off my lists and him with understanding what the hell I am looking for.

I think I will put that on tomorrows list, to put on another list. Tomorrows list is already too long.

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