Organization is the bane of my existence.
I am much enamored with the idea of being organized, and having a place for everything, and everything in it's place. But, alas, I fear that is not to be.
Part of it, I am sure, is never having developed the habit in the first place. I have a theory that being messy, and still being able to find things, goes hand in hand with having a good memory. But I'm not sure which comes first; if having a good memory enables you to be unorganized and messy, and still function; or if being messy and unorganized forces you to develop a good memory.
Interestingly, there have been some studies that seem to indicate that mankind is undergoing a change in how we remember things. Apparently, with the rise of the internet, and the vast amounts of information on it, people are now less likely to remember the actual information but instead remember where to find it.
Which is, I suppose, very similar to what people used to do with personal libraries. The biggest difference, in my way of thinking, is that the internet is in many ways ephemeral. Whereas a library, filled with books, is a lot less technology dependent. For instance, books still work during power outages and other disruptions.
Not that books are immune to damage, far from it. Water and fire can render them totally useless, as can cheap materials used in their creation.
Now, if you will excuse me, I feel the need to organize my books.
No comments:
Post a Comment