Some people compartmentalize.
Some people pile.
Ahhhhhh, say what?
“Oh yeah!” a fellow pile-ophile said in seeming recognition. You put one bill or office file on top of another, she said, and — eventually it tips over and scatters to the farthest corners of your office — half of which are never to be found again. And then you forget about them and don’t have to deal with them every again!
Noooo! Even if I could get myself to believe, I would never have to deal with my problems every again — that wasn’t my point at all!
“Oh, of course. I know what you mean!” another fellow “stacker” said. It’s those piles of sometimes broken and/or mistreated “collectibles” of “valuable” artifacts, seemingly mass-producing all over the house and sometimes into the garage and backyard, that must be protected and preserved at all cost. Apparently, and most importantly, they are kept for eternity, never to be moved or sold or thrown out or given away.
Nooooooo! It’s not these kinds of piles either.
And, as my dad would have to admit to, his way of piling was to keep every piece of scrap, school grade card, high school written report, job performances evaluation, post card, traffic ticket, 8-track instruction manual, movie theater ticket and AAA magazine he ever received and kept in the house — just in case. After all, he never knew when he might need them sometime, he said.
Noooooo! Again, no!
No. My idea — my one-pile theory of life — revolves more around a sense of being in control and in charge than it does around anything else. All those other “pile theories” just don’t make sense nor accomplish my goal of getting my life in order.
After all, the problem with the first “pile” theory mentioned is that it really is just an excuse to be lazy and avoid responsibility. Don’t you think?
The second is just delusional and/or an excuse never to do any housework, is my guess.
And the problem with the third “pile” theory is that even if my dad had ever really needed something he was securely preserving for 50 years or more, there is no way on this green earth he would ever have been able to find it, not only in his lifetime, but in his great-great-great-grandchildren’s lifetimes.
No. My “Pile Theory” of life is not a matter of divide and conquer, but rather of gathering and working through. I figure, rightly or wrongly, that if I put all my problems and to-do lists and miscellaneous errands into one pile, I accomplish two key goals.
One, it’s not as likely that something will come up from behind to ambush me because theoretically everything that needs to be dealt with is sitting right in front of me in one manageable, organized and hopefully “little” pile.
And two, it’s sooooo conveeeeenient! Everything that I need to take care of is just sitting there in front of me, within easy reach, just waiting for me to file, sort, spindle and/or fold — so to speak — so at least I can keep an eye on my problems.
And three, I can more easily see which problems or issues need to be dealt with immediately, which can wait, which are actually not something I need to deal with or at least can decide that I don’t want to work on them at all.
It feels, at least, as if I have more control and am handling my life better when I have one pile of “Stuff To-dos” in front of me. I can whittle them down one by one and feel like I am keeping on top of things in my life.
Well, at least it’s some sort of plan, isn’t it?
After all, have you ever thought about how you deal with your problems and issues?
Do you even have a certain way of dealing with them?
I guess that’s why I like my plan just because it is some sort of a plan. I have even given it a nickname — this approach I have to dealing with my life.
It’s MOPTOL. It stands for My One Pile Theory Of Life.
Hey, it works for me.