I love lists. Lists are for organised people and I enjoy pretending that that is what I am. An organised person.
What I despise is creating those lists, especially To Do lists. The amount of things that pop into my head when I say 'To Do' is depressing. Always.
But what I really love about lists is crossing the items off. Shopping lists, To Do lists, Things-To-Worry-About-Lists...Scoring out the items is fandabadozy and releases some kind of endorphin into my bloodstream. Sometimes I even add tasks to my To Do lists that I have already done just so that I can get the satisfaction of scoring it out. And despite knowing that I have already completed the task before I write it down, I still manage to get that endorphin thing going on. 'Tis good baby, 'tis good.
Of course, since FP and I moved in together, he has inevitably commented on my use of lists. He tends to run off to the other end of the supermarché as soon as I get my shopping list and pen out, because apparently I look 'anal' when I pop my glasses on the end of my nose and tick off every item as I bung it into the basket and he doesn't want to be associated with the likes of me. 'But I'm only being organised,' I say. 'N'importe quoi!'
Today I came home from work, fed that cat, tidied up the shoes in the entrance and poured myself a little vodka et coka before picking up a pen and taking out my To Do list which was neatly nestled in the corner of the bureau drawer. I looked to the bottom of the list, quickly scanning the tasks I had already written and under 'Get Pet Insurance', added;
With a smile on my face and satisfaction running through my bloodstream, I scored out the words I had just written, scribbling a fat blue, heavy line of biro ink through each word. Done.
And then my eyes catch site of the tasks above. Not my handwriting. Spidery, curly, black ink. I blink once, twice, and then read...
Make love, not war
Kiss him a lot
Aimer FP (love FP)
And I can assure you, there was more, but as I don't want to share too much info, I shall leave it at that. I'm sure you get the idea.
My question is this; is it right to take advantage of a girl's To Do list? I'm not so sure. Whatever the answer, I feel obliged to score out these tasks and feel that satisfaction high.
It looks like it's going to be a busy night...