Why Think So Much?
Being disorganized and organized at the same time. Been there, done that.
I am never passionate about hand-writing, and to make it more simple, we'll just agree on saying that: I am lazy, and I dislike handwriting things. I can write, and with nearly effortless effort, I am pretty sure that my handwriting is neat enough to be read by most people. But after many fruitless trials of keeping a handwritten journal, I decided to start an online journal, which has (or seemingly has) a better prospect than a handwritten one.
But my life means nothing without my organizer (to those of you who know me: YES that one). Now, most of the writings in the organizer is handwritten. To illustrate you how that organizer looks like, imagine a blank sheet of paper, scribbled vertically, horizontally, diagonally w/ blue, black, and red ink and both thick, thin incorrigible handwriting. And most of them crossed out messily with different coloured pens. I managed to squeeze in my whole agenda for one month in a 15x20 cm sized paper, using only one side, and squeezing nearly everything, including "Saturday: Do the laundry, return books, buy some potatoes and scrub the bathroom" (just to illustrate the details in the organizer) This quickly becomes one kind of paradox in itself, a girl who's well organized owning such a hideously organized organizer.
By writing everything down in that organizer, it helps me remember the chores that needs to be done, as well as the shopping list and almost everything else. Thus, I don't have to remember things as much. On the other hand, sometimes writing too much isn't such of a great thing as well. Sometimes I would find that I had written some random writings or phone numbers which I could not recall where they were originated. I would confuse myself and rip the page shortly afterwards. Hey, why think so much? I keep the organizer to remind me of the things that I need to do, not the other way around.