What the fudge(but I didn’t say fudge…) is wrong with my brain?
STOP!(collaborate and listen. I’m just full of pop culture references today.) Stop making a list of what’s wrong with my brain. No, I don’t care how many items you have on your list already. I don’t care that you alphabetized and cross referenced them. Nope, not even the pretty color-coded tabs. I’m thinking of something specific this time.
Time-management and calendars.
My brain does not handle planning time for things very well. Let me give you an example: My sister-in-law asked if I could stop over tonight after work to help her assemble something and hang some shelves at the new place she’s moving into. We will probably also eat food. This is it. My brain has already blocked off all of tonight as if I were leaving the state. I will probably be home before 9. That is not an all night activity.
I can’t figure out why my brain schedules things this way. If the personal even calendar in my brain looked like say, a Google calendar, every time I schedule a new event, the colored block indicating from when to when I will be occupied would only come in 3 options: Full day, Half-day, and Quarter-day. Quarter-day is rarely used.
The reason this is such a pain in the ass for me, is that I tend to overwhelm myself easily. Just getting up and feeding myself for the day is pretty close to me being Whelmed. Adding much besides the occasional activity means I quickly spaz and become overwhelmed.
This is pretty annoying. It’s especially annoying to people around me who’s brains work in a normal fashion. They’ll ask me to do something: “Hey can you help me move a book shelf on Saturday?” I will respond like a complete nut job: “Can’t sorry. I have to mow the grass this weekend. I probably have to go to the grocery store too, so I don’t know how I’ll get anything done.”
That’s about 2.5 hours of work, including the drive time to and from the store. I have sectioned off an entire weekend for it. Then The Wife will do something like set up a fun evening with friends: “Hey, let’s go see A, J, & Baby M Saturday night. Baseball, dinner and a bonfire. Sound good?” I’m all padded cell and straight-jacket “How are we supposed to fit that in?! When am I going to MOW?!”
I’m a freaking maniac.
How are your time management skills? I’m the only one who can’t handle planning his own life, aren’t I?