Okay, so I have a problem. I hate committing. Not necessarily to men or to jobs, but to plans. It took me 29 years to realize this about myself, but telling me that I have to be in a specific place at a specific time kind of stresses me out. And Iím not sure exactly why. Maybe itís because I have a tendency to lose track of time (whether itís because Iím caught up in a conversation or discovering a new running route or absorbed in a cool book).
Itís not that I donít like having plans. I like having lots of them. But, once Iíve figured out what they are, I like to leave them open and tend to think I can fit Ďem all in (Iíve been known to say Iíll meet my friend downtown for happy hour, hit a co-workerís birthday bash in Queens, then make it back out to Brooklyn in time to go dancing).
Maybe our actions are reflections of our minds: My head is always all over the place, and so is my schedule. Hmm, this is probably a sign of emotional immaturityÖBut I guess a lot of people take comfort in solid routines and plansóand thatís where Iím kind of a freak. Change doesnít scare meóit excites me.