I’ve been a list-maker since I was a boy. My first memory of list-making goes back to when I was probably seven or eight years old who knows exactly? It was a list of daily chores I would do around the house on pages for each day of the week and attached to a small clipboard: Monday: Take the garbage out. Tuesday: Dust. Wednesday: Clean the bathroom… those kinds of things. Simple in their purpose but deep in meaning as to the reasons why.
Those lists of things to do were probably the first sign of my compulsion to write things down. But why would one so young be so inclined? It certainly wasn’t something “normal” for a boy to do, but I did it nevertheless. And what of my propensity to be organized? Did it all have something to do with a need to bring structure, some kind of order to an otherwise unstructured, disorderly life? Was this my way to gain some control? (more…)