I seriously think I'm beginning to develop OCD.
So as I was organizing my room tonight, I started doing some thinking and came up with some realizations:
I used to be able to sit and watch TV for hours, literally. Now, I can barely sit through a show without nagging at myself that I have something better I could be doing.
When I got sick of TV, I used to be able to have movie marathons all on my own. I could sit and watch movie after movie if I had the time, and there was a point when I did this quite often. Now, the thought of watching a movie on my own seems like an irresponsible waste of time. This is especially strange; I LOVE me my movies.
Even as of last year, naps were wonderful and naps were great. Based on my reflections thus far, I think you can take a guess as to what I think of naps now.
Now comes the strange part...
Anyone who knows me, even just a little, likely knows that I have the tendency to me a bit...messy, disorganized, etc. Let's just say everyone used to joke about not knowing the color of my carpet. Now, there is no question as to the color of my carpet (it's seafoam green, by the way), nor is there a question as to the color of my desk, my bedspread, my chairs... I think I'm slowly but surely becoming obsessed with organization. I don't get it. This isn't ME. It's not necessarily bad - I always needed a little extra organization in my life - but there also may be something wrong with passing up a night with my brother and his friends so I could finish organizing the cds and disks in my computer desk. (Though in self-defense, having Jerry call me at 11:30 when I'm unshowered and in my pj's and who's telling me to come meet him and Matt and everyone at a bar 15 mins from my house that I have a good chance of not getting into anyway DID play a part in my decision as well).
So anyway, those were my revelations tonight. Not to worry, though: I'm still a huge procrastinator who's developing an even worse habit of returning phone calls. Sweeeeeeet. And thanks to all my girls for sending me messages on my last post - you're the greatest :)
I used to be able to sit and watch TV for hours, literally. Now, I can barely sit through a show without nagging at myself that I have something better I could be doing.
When I got sick of TV, I used to be able to have movie marathons all on my own. I could sit and watch movie after movie if I had the time, and there was a point when I did this quite often. Now, the thought of watching a movie on my own seems like an irresponsible waste of time. This is especially strange; I LOVE me my movies.
Even as of last year, naps were wonderful and naps were great. Based on my reflections thus far, I think you can take a guess as to what I think of naps now.
Now comes the strange part...
Anyone who knows me, even just a little, likely knows that I have the tendency to me a bit...messy, disorganized, etc. Let's just say everyone used to joke about not knowing the color of my carpet. Now, there is no question as to the color of my carpet (it's seafoam green, by the way), nor is there a question as to the color of my desk, my bedspread, my chairs... I think I'm slowly but surely becoming obsessed with organization. I don't get it. This isn't ME. It's not necessarily bad - I always needed a little extra organization in my life - but there also may be something wrong with passing up a night with my brother and his friends so I could finish organizing the cds and disks in my computer desk. (Though in self-defense, having Jerry call me at 11:30 when I'm unshowered and in my pj's and who's telling me to come meet him and Matt and everyone at a bar 15 mins from my house that I have a good chance of not getting into anyway DID play a part in my decision as well).
So anyway, those were my revelations tonight. Not to worry, though: I'm still a huge procrastinator who's developing an even worse habit of returning phone calls. Sweeeeeeet. And thanks to all my girls for sending me messages on my last post - you're the greatest :)