It’s That Time Of The Year Again
I’ve been missing from my blog for three days. Things like that do not happen. Unless a larger duty beckons. Like *gasp* spring cleaning!
It’s an annual routine. My mother brings up the topic during dinner. My sister drops her spoon, I choke on my rice and my father looks at his plate. The next day, it begins. I’m somewhat of a hoarder, so it’s hard for me to just chuck things out when they’ve outgrown they’re use. Sometimes borderline traumatic. I keep on insisting that I’ll need them and just keep them just in case, because well, I’ll need them. I suppose my mother wouldn’t have had a problem with that had I been a tidier person. Let’s face it, I’m just not the most systematic person you’ll come across. My cupboard in an eternal state of disorganization.
In my defense, I regard organization a virtue of the bored. (The fact that I’m the least organized person might have something to do with this). But seriously, if you’re always systematic, doesn’t that mean you’re too *excuse me* lazy to find what you’re looking for in a disarranged pile?
You see, searching vehemently through a mess of miscellaneous articles is something that I do at least twice a day. Have I told you about it’s added health benefits? No? Well then, allow me.
Most of my activities would doubtlessly flourish with a little organization, but it would be at the loss of spontaneity and exhilaration. Take this common scenario- I have class in twenty minutes and somehow cannot find my textbook. A little effective management on my part could have easily avoided that, but effective management is so tedious. Half of one’s life nowadays is spent in effective management.
So there I am, running dangerously short on time, with my textbook lost in the dark recesses of my cupboard. It occurs to me that it might have been eaten by the friendly monster who is a non-paying tenant there or teleported to Narnia, but of course my teacher would be buying none of that. So I must keep up with my relentless pursuit. This is where the health benefits kick in.
After an exact three minutes of throwing items from place to place, I start performing a series of hop aerobics around the room, thus exercising my cardiovascular system. Which is followed by sprinting up and down the stairs in a rapid and highly agitated manner, hollering for my mother to do something. Then my mother calmly finishes her tea and sets it aside. She ascends the stairs in a dignified manner paying no attention to the blurry streak of fury that threatens to pull the house apart. She reaches in the cupboard and within five seconds pulls out the textbook in question. Then I rush to class full of vim and vigor.
So you can see, this is the only workout which promises to burn most of your calories through sheer fretting and exercises your muscles, both upper and lower body, heart, lungs and vocal cords. Particularly the vocal cords.
I might add that the hours I put into cleaning and organizing since day before yesterday will last for a day, three days tops. But that’s good, because if it didn’t then how would I stay fit?