Fluid Structure

I'm beginning to get the creep of disorder raising it's scaly head. I lurch from being hyper organised and rigidly structured in every aspect of my life to some sort of chaos magnet with every increasing circles of disorder creeping in.

Examples are, and I'm aware that when I describe the "ordered me" that I'm describing characteristics that are text book "stay away from this control freak" type behaviours and would have me running a mile if I noticed them in others, tins in the food cupboard being stored alphabetically (and yes, I can hear the "hohoho how do you catalogue alphabetti spaghetti" from here), clothes being hung up in colour sequence from dark to light- less of a challenge when 75% of my clothes are black, cds filed in alphabetical order & sub divided by genre - after I've done the "mine & yours" segmentation of course, I'm not into ordering other people's lives and all book marks on the computer lumped into six or seven categories and regularly reviewed and plates, mugs etc put away in their correct place.

If you ever watch "Sleeping with the Enemy" you'll know why I'm not entirely comfortable with this side of my nature.

Contrast with the happy-slacker side of my nature that is currently prevalent (and is taking over) and I doubt that many people would recognise the organised me under it all. Clothes are now happily jumbled up with the heavy black shirts getting cosy with the bright pink jumper, the black combats establishing nodding acquaintance with the odd frilly skirt and wodge of black ankle length skirts having the time of their lives by being next to the hibernating summer wear. My wardrobe is a happy place. No more segregation of the brights and dims, it's all shoved in anyhow. Bugger ironing anything.

And the food store, well I'm taking it as a success that frozen stuff gets put in the freezer and as for plates etc, you can take pot luck as to whether there is a knife in the knife drawer since I tend just to throw all the cutlery in en masse. Let there be sporks! The presence of an empty beer bottle and two mismatching coffee mugs on the shelf is reassuring.

CDs are now in a listening stack, if you are lucky the content of the case will the be same as the title but I'd not pin my pension on it for all cases. By a process of neglect, I've identified those cds that are likely to become charity shop casualties pretty soon. Maybe neglect is the best way to be organised?

The one thing that I have to reclaim is getting my playlists, bookmarks and pc filing back in order - however much of a uncontrol freak I'm turning into, for the things that really matter (like my music and browsing time) they've got to be structured so I'm intending to spend some serious time housekeeping the virtual home - ie my pc. I've already enjoyed rereading the "Cooking for Engineers" website that I'd bookmarked - just now need to find a place to file it.

Maybe it's a sign that at long last, I'm starting to transform into a less uptight, frantic person - blimey that's going to take some getting used to.