Of course, Tam diagnosed me as such... and I am fairly certain she hasn't obtained a medical degree without my knowledge.
However, the name of my "disorder" fits me perfectly.
You see, I am a bit ADD (sometimes the H fits in there... but now that I'm old
about things. It's all of those things rolled into one "disorder" which I have, thanks to Tam's diagnosis.
I guess it can be explained best with a few scenarios.
Back in the day, I used to have a NOTEBOOK... it was my LIFE. My schedule, chores, assignments, calendar, and LISTS. Yes... Tam used to make fun of me for the notebook, but I couldn't live without it. I seriously think I would have ceased to function without it nearby.
I still cannot survive without lists. And, I get a lot of satisfaction of crossing things off of lists. I have even been known to write things down that I've done, just so I can cross them off of said list.
The notebook has now morphed into my smart phone... which is a little more tolerable, considering a great portion of our population is addicted to their phones. And, it is a lot more discreet... I mean an iPhone is significantly smaller than a Mead Five Star five subject notebook.
I should also say that I get a lot of satisfaction out of using ALL of the ink in an ink pen. Like I feel I have accomplished something... and I have used the pen TO ITS DEATH. Yeah... that's kind of weird, but that's how I roll.
Here's another example: this Christmas I took my husband on a wild goose chase to MANY stores to find THE PERFECT WREATH for the front door. The problem was... I didn't know what the perfect wreath looked like. I figured I'd know it when I saw it. And, it had to meet Greg's requirements of not having pine cones (he says because they look like poo on the wreath). Long story short... we never found the wreath.
That is similar to me stalking a certain frozen pizza in all of the area Aldi stores... and when I found it, I bought them out. Which makes me think, if I had to go to like 4 Aldi locations for pizza, I'm probably not the only person who stalks pizza in the Canton, Ohio area, but I digress.
Ok... so let's go with the "I don't give a rat's patooty about some things." Most of this involves cleaning. Well, I have a way to clean. I struggle with a simple tidying up the house. I see a pile... I have to go through the whole pile... and then I usually make more piles which are labeled shred, recycle, and file. And then I have to shred the papers. And then file the other papers. And 30 minutes later the house is still a wreck (except for the pile I just worked on).
I am the same way with laundry. When putting laundry away, it gets sorted into piles, first by person, then by drawer, and then an extra pile by my closet door for things to be donated to Goodwill.
Yes, I do know that I make things more difficult than they ought to be... which is why sometimes I just don't bother. Hence the rat's hind quarters.
Does anyone else function like this? Or am I just weird, and pretty much destined to be committed?
Or worse yet, on an episode of Hoarders in about 40 years.