101 Useless Organizing Tips

I’m feeling overwhelmed. By the internet! I got looking around tonight at other organizing websites and it gave me a brain cramp. There is just too much out there. Too, too much! There is too much information, too many ads and too much demand for my attention. When you visit an organizing blog and you get overwhelmed by the clutter then you know there is a problem!!! Lucky for me I can turn the dang thing off or simply walk away.

I’m feeling guilty. I don’t want my blog to just add to the confusion. I need a mission statement so I don’t forget the real reason I blog. Here it is:

Post all about your neurosis on the internet so you don’t have to bother people with them in real life.

Ok. Maybe it needs a little work but that about sums it up. If I read a book and blog about it then I don’t have such a need to shove the thing down the throats of everyone I meet. Only half of the people I meet. And only half way down their throats.

For some reason it’s not socially acceptable to walk around telling people they’re doing things all wrong and here’s how they should do it from now on. I don’t know why. If I’m wrong about something I definitely want to know about it.

Just kidding!!! You can keep your mouth shut right now! I’ll do it any dumb way I want and it’s none of your business. Seriously. The thing about me though is that you can come over and tell me you really hate the color of green that I picked for my house and I won’t care one single bit. I don’t get my feelings hurt that easily. In fact I might even enjoy the fact that you hate my house and everything in it. That would just verify to me that you have terrible taste and, thankfully, we have nothing in common. Just don’t come crying to me when you’re looking for a good Marshmallow Brownie recipe because you are out of luck. Oh I’ll give it to you all right. But yours aren’t going to taste very good because I might get a couple ingredients mixed up by mistake.

Are you kidding me? I would NEVER do that! Oh no. I am the worst liar in history. Like when I was single it would have never even occurred to me to give a guy I didn’t like, a fake phone number. I would prefer to stand there and tell him all the reasons why I didn’t want to go out with him rather than do something DISHONEST like give him a fake number. That would just be MEAN! Telling him he doesn’t stand a chance with me because he eats like a slob, with food all over his face and his pants are too tight, you know the Seinfeld 80's kind of tight, is the compassionate thing to do. Yep. I’m nothing if not nice. Well, maybe not exactly nice, just very, very honest. Except for when I’m lying.

What was I writing about again? Oh ya, about how I’m going to put down the mouse and back s l o w l y away from the computer.