Together

I'm adding something new to the mixture
So there's a different hue to the picture.
A different ending to this fairytale
And no sunset into which we sail.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

I am so Routine I am boring.

Sometimes I see people adapt very quickly to situations and I would secretly envy them. Maybe 'envy''s not the word, but rather a kind of pleasant surprise, a pleasant yearning to experience the same. How does it feel to not be routine? How does it feel to leave everything to last-minute and have that kind of anxiety that flows through you? Is it exciting? Is it fearful? Does it give you more things to talk about, and perhaps be less of a bore that you are? I realized for most of my life I am quite a routine and organized person.

I am never late for school. (okay, almost. Once or twice in 18 years of my life is insignificant.)

I place my ironed school uniform on the kitchen chairs the night before.

I never frantically search for things last minute.

My shoes are there. My socks are there. My bag is there.

I pack my bag the night before.

I don't go to school unprepared.

I read the timetable and know what to expect.

I know what I need to bring, and what I need to do.

I sleep before 12am.

If the next day is an examination day, before 11pm.

And I make sure none of my sisters use the computer to make me unable to sleep.

I make sure I sleep.

I force myself to sleep.

You know what is the funny thing? Sometimes I would think my life is rather boring, or well, something is just wrong. Say I need to sleep early. Sometimes you just cannot sleep. What normal people do is that they might wake up, and do something else useful. Maybe they will drink a cup of coffee and go study, or maybe they will just give up sleeping altogether and watch some late night shows. But me - boring me - never does that. I just lay on my bed, knowing that it is my job to sleep. Afterall, I have been sleeping at this time everyday for the past - I don't know how many years. And I don't know why I do this. It's just... routine.

Of course nowadays I am no longer like that. I have given myself some liberty to have some fun and excitement in everyday life. I no longer have such specific timings. (Though I valiantly maintain the timetable is a very useful tool to be disciplined! The timetable is what brought me through 'O' and 'A' levels.) And I will never be disorganized. But looking back, I find it amazing that I am so bloody organized to that extent.

And I think as I get older, I might becomes less and less organized, and the necessity to adapt quickly is what you need to survive, especially in the working world.