Ahh lists.
Where would I be without them? I am a compulsive list maker in denial. Whenever I am overwhelmed by the sheer number of things I have to do I feel the urge to merge a pen/pencil to paper…I try hard not to give in...But I always lose in the end…
I’ve always been this way, every holiday I’d insist in having my own little bag for the airport to carry with me on the flight, stuffed with the things I thought I’d die without, like bubble gum, or a piece of paper, or a book of stickers, a comic book, my teddy bear (only when I was a kid mind you). And I’d always have a list to mark off the things in it.
My moms a list maker too…every time we have to go out of town/the country or come back from out of town/a country (this happens roughly 8 times a year) she has a list of all the chores left to do and the things we have to buy to carry with us. Although she even makes lists for grocery shopping. Enuf said...the things we inherit from our parents.
My dad doesn’t make lists…ever. He just remembers what needs to be done and does it. I wish I could do that, but apparently I can’t.
Just recently I made one for the things I have to do when I get back to the motherland. Sometimes its important to make sure the list is very cryptic incase it lands in the wrong hands (note to self-paranoia is still intact). Here it is:-
1 Pay rv
2 Get all JKs notes
3 Get all ccs needed
4 Meet up with neets and mal before 29th & 30th respectively; before they leave
5 Call/Message all necessary people to say hi I’m back
6 Make care packages for requisite people
7 Visit Sonia aunty
8 Call cry to ask if help is needed, pursue relentlessly
9 Assess Boredom Situation and consider alternative employment options
10 Reconsider Yoga
11 Start studying from notes (I’m dead, I’m so dead)
12 Push mom to join you-know-what
13 Study
14 Consider joining you-know-what.
15 Stop feeling so depressed about going back and being bloody terrified about unknown and unwelcome changes in life and MOVE ON!
16 Look for poem in chicken soup
17 Call shah for face (promoted to number 4 on this list)
If you knew me well enough, knew where I lived and what I did, you’d probably understand a part of this list. But otherwise I’d bet you didn’t actually get most of it. Did you? Did you??
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