Sir! Yes Sir!

I’m sunny and cheery on the outside usually but internally I’m a right old misery guts with the standard response to any of my character ‘quirks’ rearing their head being to look at the negative side of them and turn it into a massive deal (before having a tantrum).

Earlier I was making plans for a trip I want to make if things go my way over the next week when it occurred to me that actually my mild OCD and list making thang is coming in quite handy. Quite handy indeed. I’ve always wished I could be someone who could just ‘go with the flow’, book a flight and one night’s accommodation and then fly by the seat of my pants the rest of the way but sadly that’s just not who I am. I need order, I need lists, I need a Microsoft word document split into cities detailing what I want to see/do/accomplish, suitable places to stay and how I intend on transferring to my next destination including rough prices.

I know. I’m a gigantic loser.

However, as demonstrated by ‘Rome 2006’ with Belles & The Boyfriend and The Computer Geek, being organised means being able to cram a lot more in and thus feeling more accomplished at the end of it all. Yes, I just admitted to liking a feeling of accomplishment from my holidays, most people just like to relax but as we all know I’m not most people. It sounds crazy but having an organised plan makes it easier for me to relax, thankfully I’m not at the stage of having to schedule in relaxation time just yet. I don’t go all Sargeant Major on my scheduling ass:

My subconscious: ‘LIEUTENANT LONG TALL ALLY YOU HAVE SCHEDULED IN 4 ATTRACTIONS TO VISIT, YOU MUST SCHEDULE IN RELAXATION TIME NOW AND IT MUST INVOLVE WINE’

Me: *does weird stand to attention salute thing* ‘SIR! YES SIR!’

I’m not quite that bad. Yet. If I’m going to go halfway around the world then I don’t want to come home berating myself for missing out on seeing something I wanted to because of a lack of organisation, it would literally kill me. Alright so it wouldn’t literally end my life but it would cause me to throw my bag and self to the floor in departures and have a shitfit of epic proportions and none of us want that right?

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