A Christmas list is like Christmas candy. When the holiday is over, I still want some. Luckily, January is a list maker’s delight. I can throw away the old lists and make new ones!
My friends claim that my need for lists is a sign of a clinical depression or OCD or a need for control or some such. So I made a list of medical conditions that people talk about wrong:
· Lactose intolerance
· Sudden leg-jerk syndrome
· Facial recognition phasia – really mean she saw you but is ignoring you so you won’t ask her again to borrow money
Once I decided to stop making lists, even grocery lists. I found I list the needed groceries anyhow, but I purposely leave the list at home to punish myself.
Many people are list makers and don’t admit it. Doctors make lists, but they call them categories to sound smart. Librarians are major players. They have lists of compendiums that list the number of specific old books still extant. There’s a cry for help.
So I made a list of list makers:
· Starbucks employees
· Airline pilots
· Writers on Amazon – all want to get listed with Kindle 100 best free books
· Efficiency experts
· Anybody in sports (but they call the lists stats to avoid sounding domestic)
Website designers are list makers, trying to draw order out of chaos. “Okay, everybody talks, but one at a time and 140 characters only!”
The internet is list nirvana. Google is basically a list with most visited first. Goodreads has a section titled Listopia. I limit my time there from 7-9pm as an act of personal discipline.
My need for lists is satisfied with students. I list the grades I think each will get, then the final grades they actually earned with the variance and frequency. Aaahhhh, I love teaching.
The only group that cannot seem to make a quality list is healthcare.gov.
So I say, list makers stand proud. There are more of us that can be counted.