The Myth of a Naturally Ordered, Organized Life

This week I thought it was time we covered a banal topic (as if public toilets weren't enough). A boring, organized, completely unspontaneous topic - and why are we reading this again, you ask? Well, because it concerns you, and a little myth called naturalized organization.

We all know one -  an organized, orderly person whose personal lives run to the same tune as an office would. The catch - some of them never appear as if they are running their own lives at all. There's no snippiness when a coffee date is cancelled; they never seem to double-book engagements; no frown lines or stress veins ever impinge the peacefulness of their face. Hell, they might even dress like a bohemian and practice yoga (maybe therein lies the secret?). The surprise at  their orderliness is not that it is there, but that it is there outside of work hours. It appears to occur organically, as if a person naturally organized during the week just reaps the benefits of such timeliness in the weekend.

Bohemian: The Attire of the Effortlessly Organized Person

Yet the week and the weekend, it seems, are such different realms of socialization. Monday arrives and your voice carries responsibilities of things you must get done; tasks you must wrap up; people you must appease. It's ok for your voice to change in these circumstances because everybody else is the same: they all have a job to do, and it's nothing personal. The weekend, though, is of such a different timbre: casual, relaxed, full of silliness and funny mistakes. If there was ever a time to be called a 'hardout', it is definitely within the frame of the weekend. Time becomes flexible; losing a half-hour here or a half-hour there is really not a cause for disdain. You don't call before 11am. Cafe menus and idle chatter becomes the centre of the world. If anything, the weekend is organized around anti-organization, structured so that no structure can firmly hold it in place.

A face of calm, secretly masking explosive anger

During a weekend structured on a lack of structure, where does the effortlessly organized person come in? Well, that's where the mystery still lies. For surely someone who is organized during the week would be annoyed at someone wasting their time in the weekend? And surely the most lax of people would be annoyed at someone preaching organization during sacred weekend time? Perhaps the effortlessly organized person is a compromise between the two, between respect for personal time and respect for the sanctity of the weekend. As Kiwis, we know that the weekend is most definitely sacred.

In lieu of a simple answer around the organically organized one, I will treat this post as an ode to those that fit the description. Because, really, you make our weekend world go around. Organizer of get-togethers and quellers of arguments, you make things happen in the weekend without being annoying. Although this sounds rather simple, considering the extremely different realms of week and weekend (and the range of people dealt with), organizing weekending people is not always an easy feat. Ease and effortlessness always ensures an entertaining end.