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There was a time when I thought I might want to be an event planner.

And, of course, anyone I mentioned this to immediately asked one question…

“Are you detail oriented?”

“Sure!” I always replied. I just kind of assumed that being able to run a zillion tasks in your head and the accomplish them at once (i.e., being a bartender/waitress) was pretty much the same thing.

It ain’t.

Years later, after working in fields other than food service, I have realized that I am, quite possibly, the LEAST detail-oriented person on the planet.

In the past month alone, I have made approximately 183 conflicting plans with friends and family, some of which involved very important things like Planned Trips Out of Town and B’s Parents Coming to Visit. It’s become a running joke among my besties.

And by “joke” I mean, they’ve sort of wanted to kill me a lot. Hardee har…

Sometimes I forget to WIPE, for chrissakes. (Okay, kidding. But I HAVE forgotten to flush at a few key moments… Can’t you just smell a TMIT?)

I am 25 years old, and I am already so absent-minded, if I was 80 they’d put me in a home.

And, yes, to my credit, I can do a thousand things at once… but I’ll do them completely out of order, and probably forget at least one of them.

But, here’s the thing. I’ve thought about it long and hard, and, well…

I’m okay with it.

Sometimes it’s definitely annoying, like when I take the garbage and let the door close behind me and am totally wearing booty shorts and no bra because it’s my day off and SHIT now I have to ring the neighbors’ doorbells and pray someone is home to let me in…

And of course it’s the totally straight and awkward guy from downstairs, not the charming gay guy from UPSTAIRS, who would just be all “Oh, aren’t you a hot mess!” and not try to score a peek at my blouse bunnies.

*Deep breath* So, yeah, even though stuff like that is irritating, I’m cool with it. Because I’d rather be a little scatterbrained and able to laugh at my crazy ass self, than be totally organized and pinchy-faced when things don’t go according to plan, or, yanno, so anal-retentive that I poop diamonds.

(I’ll take the diamonds, though. Sans poop, if possible, but whatevs.)

Besides, if I had my shit together… well, this blog wouldn’t be very entertaining, now, would it?

Yeah, that’s it… I’m doing it for you! I am such a giver.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Now, has anyone seen my sunglasses?

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