I am not organised

I am not organised. Though I know this will come as a massive shock to some of you (those who have arrived here looking for elk sponges, for example), the significant majority instinctively understand that my brain is not a place to lose something.

I try. I do, I really do. I create folders and subfolders and places and spaces and systems and so on, but I am easily disheartened. This goes for any filing system I ever encounter: home or work, virtual or physical.

My Second Life inventory happens to be a marvellous example of this. It's been nearly 4 years, people, I can be forgiven for amassing 14,000 objects - if only I had a clue where any of them were, we'd be set.

I also ought to confess that I have about 30,000 objects packed randomly in boxes, which is the SL equivalent of stuffing crap down the back of the wardrobe.

Here is a step-by-step guide to how I get myself in such a mess:

1) Start with systems that make perfect sense at the time and, with a little determination, are bound to translate to 'a sensible way of thinking'. You can train your brain, right?

2) Tackle increasing intricacy of accumulated items in unworried manner: simply add numbers, labels and subfolders galore.

3) Notice a much more sensible system of doing things.

4) Attempt to convert system to new, more sensible alternative.

5) Lose interest; promise to complete task later.

6) Go shopping (or writing, or creating - or anything else that involves multiples).

7) Realise error of ways. Lose hope. Ignore filing system and allow mess pile to accumulate.

8) Curse repeatedly. But do nothing about it.

Behold the results of this nonsense (or at least a very small glimpse of the terrifying whole - I write this after a somewhat urgent attempt to restore order). And if my inventory looks like this, one can only take pity on my brain.